#who cringed at how fucking dirty they think humans are

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

the Lost Cities but they still have glove etiquette

[pseudowho]

okay here’s me getting all cocky and confident because you answered my ask once (ily for that seriously i think i screamed and fainted and sobbed and climbed up the walls a little) and once again asking you for….. for crumbs………. so my horny self was sitting and thinking…………… nanami sees you reading absolute filth and porn and you end up in biig trouble.. (i.e him doing that exact thing to you 😭) or perhaps you going up to nanami after reading absolute filth and being all needy with him bcs that straight porn made you a liittle…….. yk… 🌚🌚🌚

anyways i literally love you and ur my favorite writer ever and im gonna stop now before i burst

SMUT [smuht] (noun)

In which Nanami Kento catches you reading dirty literature...and punishes you with a performative reading.

Warnings: The anon who keeps targeting me like this needs a warning label...but otherwise: roleplay, erotic literature (*laughs and laughs in Tumblr*) being read to you while you're systematically destroyed, performative Bad!Nanami, Kento fucks you wearing a mask and leather gloves, Pleasure Dom!Kento who gets lost in the sauce, reader way out of her depth, bondage, the usual spicy goodness, couple of cheeky movie references

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The one she knew only as the Man in the Mask swept over to her, delighting in her capture, having evaded him for so long.

"Ahhh..." he sighed, his breath sweeping over the swell of her breasts, and sending shivers down her spine. "Finally...the little mouse who has wreaked havoc on my dreams for too many lonely nights. How does it feel? To be trapped here with me like this?"

Her heart stalled in her chest, and she gasped, his grazing touch to her belly leaving embers in its wake. The Man in the Mask saw her nipples pebble beneath her shirt, and felt something snap inside him as he loomed over her with a whisper; "I know. I feel it too."

With little warning, he lowered his barely covered mouth to her neck, hungry against her, and--

The door opened, and you leapt out of your skin, dropping your phone to the floor. You sat bolt upright in bed, your other hand coming up guiltily from beneath the covers as Kento leaned into the bedroom to greet you. You interrupted him.

"You're home early," you said, offering an unconvincing smile. Kento looked at you, flatly. He let the statement hang for a moment. His shrewd eyes flicked, taking in the glossy subtleties he saw from you only in foreplay.

"...well I thought you'd be pleased, but I'll just go back then shall I--"

You hesitated, words caught in your throat. Your eyes flickered to your phone. So did Kento's. His eyes narrowed.

"...what are you read--"

"Nothing! It's nothing." You lied, unconvincing. You both hesitated for a moment more, before Kento darted. You cursed at him for being faster than you, and Kento's fingers closed around your phone, sitting beside you on the bed in one swift movement. You smothered a pillow over your face, screaming silently, wanting the duvet to grow great maws and swallow you whole.

Kento read silently for a moment, scrolling, before reading aloud; "...she didn't want to fight anymore, as his fingers slid between her puffy lips...goodness me...his cock strained against the fabric of his clothes, begging for attention...I bet it did..."

You had begun to crawl away down the bed, just a maggot, unworthy of the sun and all its glories.

You felt a hand clasp around your ankle, and you squeaked as Kento dragged you back up the bed, without even taking his eyes off your phone.

"I don't think so, where are you going--"

"--oh god Kento just give me something for the cringe and let me die--"

"--no no no I'm blessed to be a part of my wife's interests--"

"--I am less than human, we need a divorce, I can't look you in the eye ever again--"

Kento scoffed, dark and derisive. "As if I'd let you divorce me. As if you'd even want to...now, where did I put that..."

Kento stood, still holding your phone as he rummaged in his dresser. You laid flat to the bed, trying to wiggle away again, still embarrassingly wet, your mortification laced with undeniable arousal.

"Stay exactly where you are, or I'll damn well make you."

You stopped. You looked up at Kento, unusually meek, as he approached you. He stood by the bed, looming and powerful, a god made flesh. He unbuttoned his shirt to the navel, not bothering to remove his harness. He undid his belt with a clink-clink. He let his tie hang loose...and pulled a black balaclava down to beneath his collar. He finished off with a pair of soft, black leather gloves.

Something imploded inside you; a dial-up noise in your mind. Kento prowled over to you, looming over you and chasing you up the bed, caging you beneath him, and reading through the smut on your phone screen.

"Be honest," Kento read aloud, his honey-brown eyes swirling with something altogether darker and more dangerous, "if you'd wanted to escape me...you could have."

You panted, breathless, your pupils blown into inky black as you lay splayed beneath Kento. You couldn't help but be captivated, lost in his insidious pull. You felt your heartbeat between your legs.

"Did you stay because you dream of me, too?" Kento intoned. You bit the poisoned apple, trembling as you nodded up at him. "Did you stay...because you wondered if hatred was as erotic a passion as love?"

"--Kento, I-- let me go, I--"

"That's the spirit." Laughed Kento, his voice booming through you, the vibrations crackling across every nerve, and you whimpered. Kento grasped your hands together with his own, gloved and powerful, pinning them above your head with the whole weight of his body. He pulled his tie loose with the hand holding your phone.

"I can't let you leave...not now. Fuck...you have no idea what you do to me, do you?" Kento growled. Being the villain seemed so effortless to him. Your safe word had never been further from your mind, your attempts to leave so paltry and insincere. The way Kento looked down at you, waiting to see if you would make him stop, sent shivers down your spine. Kento released his tie, eyes skimming across your phone for confirmation.

"I'd apologise, for trapping you here like this..." Kento intoned, tying your bound wrists to the head of the bed as you squirmed, crying out in anguish, "...but I'll show you...how you've craved my touch, just as I have craved yours." You strained against the bonds, in just the silky chemise you wore for bed, and it didn't take much for your breasts to fall free of the fine little straps.

In truth, Kento had never been harder in his life. Seeing you battle against primal desire beneath him, feeling your half-hearted embarrassed squirms brushing your bare mound against his aching, thick cock...and your nipples, hard as diamonds and covered by a thin veneer of lace. His breaths were heavy, chest heaving as he continued his performative reading.

"Just one taste, and we can return to how it was before." Kento groaned, his mouth suckling at your neck, licking, tasting, biting. You cringed against the assault on your senses, afraid to lose yourself to such diabolical pleasure. Kento pinned your bucking hips down with his own, the tip of his cock trapped beneath his waistband against his belly. "Just once...and we can rest easy at night, knowing how it feels for me to spend myself inside you."

You keened, mewling as Kento rested the phone on the pillow beside your head, and took your nipple into his mouth, ragging it around beneath his tongue with a fractured growl. Your head spun with the weight of him, totally captured, so wildly out of control. The suckling pleasure he gave to your nipples, connected in a fine thread to your clit, making it pulse with vicarious bliss.

"I can't...can't take it anymore...Ken--" You moaned, squeaking as his teeth closed in barely hinged warning around your breast.

"Unless it's to tell me to fuck you, I won't have you mewl like a kitten at me any longer." Kento rumbled against your breast, wet with his spit and the marks he left behind as he took what he was owed. "I hope you can take it. I'm...no small man. If you are ruined, after, I know you will bear the scars with grace, just as you have bore your hatred of me."

You were already so steeped in the hot rush of being pleasured, you did not notice how Kento's eyes glowered, lathering down your body and darting occasionally back to your phone. He continued his pilgrimage down your body. Kento growled in frustration at the chemise blocking him, and he rucked it up, spitting curses as you squeaked, wriggling against him.

"At least fight like you mean it." Kento laughed, and you blushed, eyes squeezed shut, mortified by how obviously faked your resistance was. Kento kissed his way down your belly, settling at your mound. He hovered, silent, giving your desperate clit nought but the breath from his lips.

"Do you want my fingers...or my mouth?" You whimpered again, babbling nonsense, such a rough and ruined heroine. Kento laughed again, dark and delicious, raising his mask just enough to free his mouth. "No words? No matter. You shall have both."

With little warning, Kento sunk his tongue between your folds, ragging his mouth and nose from side to side again to bury himself in the heat of you. You cried out as he growled into your heat, hitting a high note as he sunk two thick, gloved fingers into your fluttering pussy, slamming inside all the way to his knuckles.

Kento swore against your pussy, grunting and moaning as he lapped at your clit and entrance with animalistic rage. Quite canonically to his role, his cock wept against his belly, pre-cum leaking down onto his waistband until the fabric was cloying and sticky, the friction against his tip sending him spiralling. He couldn't help but fuck against the bed as you melted beneath him, writhing against his tongue.

Panting, letting his gloved fingers fuck into you and imagining it was his cock instead, Kento chuckled against your clit, at just how easily he had snapped. He pulled his fingers out of you for a moment, wickedly obsessed by the stark contrast of your creamy white arousal on the black leather.

He could smell you on the balaclava, the fabric over his nose soaking with your essence. Kento felt lightheaded with the blooming, heady scent of you. His cock twitched, aching and neglected, and so close to spilling thick spurts of seed all over its owner.

You risked looking down for just a moment. The eyes of a villain pierced through you, as Kento licked his gloves clean, not breaking eye contact once. You whimpered. He laughed, and curled his fingers back into you, continuing his relentless attack on your poor, aching cunt. Your moans reached a fever pitch, and Kento felt the creep of his own orgasm through his belly as he rutted against the bed with total abandon.

"Sing for me." He groaned, lifting your hips off the bed as he knelt, sucking your clit into his mouth in a devastating final move. You tipped violently over the edge, bucking against his tongue and crying his name, a stream of nonsensical babbles. Kento was quite sure you came harder than the girl in the story.

By the time you came back to earth, being licked in slow, languid movements through your peak, you saw Kento kneeling between your legs, stroking his cock in long, jerking pumps.

"You've reduced me to this." Kento forced, his teeth gritted and his mask back in place over his mouth. "To this...this boy, fucking his own fist just from the taste of you." Kento cursed, his gloved fist wet with pre-cum, cracking his neck from side to side and growling through his lurid tale. You lay, fucked out, bound, a fascinated by how Kento's whiskey-rich voice could fill you with fumes, warm and drunk one minute, but cold and piercing the next. You swung, manoeuvred across his harsh dichotomy.

Kento loomed over you, trapping you beneath him again, blocking the light from your eyes, a bad moon rising. "You did this to me." He hissed, accusatory in his possession of you. "You started this sordid fight. But I'll finish it. No more fisting my cock at night just to the thought of you. No more dreaming about bending you to my will."

You felt Kento's tip press through your entrance, thick and insistent enough that you squirmed up the bed, crying out as he yanked you back, his hands closing around your waist. Kento plaited his fingers in your tied hands, the ghost of affection, and readying himself to slam into your quivering heat. He was falling apart, he could barely contain himself, overcome by the raw power of making you pliable, shaping you to his desires--

Kento whispered in your ear, his voice shaking, gravelly; "And when you submit...know that it was entirely your fault."

You felt your delicate petals forced aside, crying out to be filled to the brim by Kento in one slick thrust. Kento could barely suppress a roar beneath his mask, throwing his head back in ecstasy. His enormous hands cuffed your waist, making it squidge down against your hips every time he dragged your hips, moving your pussy around him like a cock sleeve.

Kento's strength made manhandling you look easy. You lay ruined beneath him, your head lolling against the inside of your own bound arm. The image of him unbuttoned, masked, gloved and still almost fully dressed above you, grunting and groaning as he used your pussy for his own pleasure, burned onto your retinas.

Kento barely moved his own hips, his eyes fixed feverishly on where he dragged your swollen pussy around the length of his cock, twitching and burning inside you. He couldn't contain himself. The hook behind his navel, all scorched steel and selfishness, beseeched him to drag his pleasure from you.

"Fucking-- ruin you-- never be satisfied...by another man again-- keep running from me, and I'll hunt you down...and take you like this every-- fucking-- time--"

As Kento's pleasure roared over him, he punctuated his thrusts against your belly with the written word in action. Making nothing more than jolted, pitiful moans as he fucked repeatedly against your sensitive cervix and soft-spot, you clambered for purchase, sobbing your pleasure as his gloved fingers rolled your clit between them.

Kento came with a string of curses, his thighs cramping beneath him with the force of it. Feeling his seed begin to pump and spurt into you, he dragged you aggressively to another orgasm with his leathered fingers. He had to feel you clench around him, sucking his seed deep inside you. He had just enough forethought to recall his final, toxic line as he gasped, groaning and bucking with the force of his ejaculation.

You could barely hear him through the fog of pleasure, faint in the distance; "If you have the nerve...to crawl back to me...full and swollen-- know we can be enemies in matrimony, as well as battle."

The room was hushed and dark, the gloom broken only by your mingled, heavy breaths, and the earthy smell of sex. You reached up pulling Kento's balaclava up and pressing a breathless little kiss at the corner of his mouth.

"...but...we still have to get a divorce. I just-- couldn't live with you knowing what I read--"

Kento laughed, his shoulders aching from the weight of the villain, slipping away with his gloves and mask.

[byooregard]

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bluebabadee

THIS BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR NON-HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS. HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS DNI

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sparklejays Follow

based on your likes!

every time I see a human talking about "how cool it would be to have superpowers" or some shit like that I loose it a little bit more. do these people realize that being a mutant isn't just fun powers. like even beyond the shit I deal with trying to get jobs or all the relationships that have been ruined once people realized I'm a mutant. abilities aren't just fun and games, I have a friend who can't touch people without nearly killing them, I burned down three buildings before someone finally taught me to control my abilities, and these people are all like "wouldn't it be great to fly to work every day??" just admit that you see us as comic book characters and not real people with real struggles

#actually mutant #jay .txt

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self diagnosing is great and all but most of you people aren't telepaths, you're just hyperempathic

#actually mutant #actually telepathic #hyperempathy #crosstagging i know but some of yall need to see this #tilley speaks #it can be dangerous to go around acting like you know peopels actual thoughts when its just your brain

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oh-you-pretty-things

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#vent post #sometimes I get really mad at magneto #like I think he's done a lot for mutant rights and stuff #but I'm so fucking tired of everyone assuming that I'm evil just because of my powers #like jesus not all of us are trying to start atomic wars #some metallokinetics just use their abilities to make cool sculptures #but I can't get a spoon from across the room in front of strangers without someone mentioning jfk

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*physical mutation meaning something that is ALWAYS physical, not just something you can turn off and on whenever

#ig my mutation IS technically physical its just not visible to people most of the time so i feel weird claiming that #but like i was born with the tattoo marks #the powers didnt come till later tho #so idk which to pick

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sploimsh reblogged jesterjuleses

🎹pussy-truck-faggot

HEY! shout-out to people with *weird* mutations. Mutations that don't look cool, mutations that are gross, mutations that are dirty, mutations that you can't tell people about because they always cringe. You're just as valid as every other mutant out there. Your powers don't need to be palettable to humans for you to be treated with respect.

#THIS!!! #rb

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rosetvler

god i am so tired of the hypocrisy in this community. the double standards are insane. its okay to have 'scary' powers but the moment someone's abilities are scarier than like, pyrokinesis you're evil and dangerous to be around. 'acceptance' for you people only means nice mutants who've never hurt or scared anyone ever.

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non-mutants can reblog this btw

#srb #actually mutant #getting real tired of this

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okay like. i get that were all about acceptance and pride or w/e but no one in this tag has ever had friends irl i swear. if someone asks you not to read their mind you shouldnt. honestly you shouldnt be using telepathy on people at all without their permission. mutant abilities dont disclude you from respecting peoples boundaries

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i swear to god you people are such hypocrites. its all 'mutant and proud' until someone has a power you dont like. its always about keeping the humans feeling comfortable instead of thinking about how it feels to never use your powers because theyre breaking 'boundaries' that were made up by humans in the first place

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dude do you hear yourself right now

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Hey, I like your point op, but maybe you should stop trying to speak over actual telepaths and let them decide how to use their powers themselves???

🩻magicsteele27 Follow

i. i am a telepath.

#duddeeee telepaths are insane #used to be friends with one SO glad i broke that off before it went too bad

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[jennrypan]

..librarian x Jason Todd 👀

I'm so right. Walk with me. (First meeting!)

Imagine..being in an old library where you take care of so many books and keep trying to get people to come in, enjoy the literature but it's Gotham, everyone's far too focused on staying clear of the various villains to try and stop by to read an old book.

You contemplate closing it..maybe find a job in..who knows, a bank teller?

That idea just puts a different expression on your face and you huff quietly to yourself..you were so patient about your books and the history of this library but it was old..and no one seemed to care for libraries anymore, the building had graffiti all over the outside of it- which you tried to clean as best as you could..only for it to be dirtied once more and the windows were always getting broken by various hoodlums and one stray weapon at one point..fortunately the villains never seemed interested in some run down library so that was never an issue, but that didn't mean anyone came inside.

Until..a large figure came hurtling in through your windows..creating a huge mess of glass and wood before it landed on the floor with a thud and an annoyed grunt, you were so close to questioning the figure..a bat half way into your grasp before you noticed the bright red helmet.

"God dammit..Ivys not playin' fair."

His voice was almost..robotic? Deeper than any humans had any right to be, and you could only watch as Redhood, the Redhood stood in your library and simply dusted himself off, muttering to himself and slowly..you stepped back- you had no real negative opinion about the man but he wasn't someone you dreamed of meeting..no famous person in Gotham was anyone you wanted to meet in all honesty..they bought trouble.

Redhood tapped something on his helmet, muttering something under his breath- you briefly caught the words 'Nightwing' and 'Don't you fucking laugh' but you didn't intend to lean closer to figure out the full extent of that conversation, mostly focused on blending into the shadows of the dimly lit library..and worrying about how the Hell you're gonna fix your window this time..the window area was practically gone now cuz the guy was huge! So it might as well be a hole and you can't run a business with a hole! Everyone already thinks you're closing-

"Oh shit, I didn't know anyone was still in here."

The sudden statement caused you to near jump in the air..clutching your bat to your chest as you stared at the man who's head had turned to you..the bright white eyes of his helmet near gleaming and you wished you could see his expression to see what he was thinking.

His head tilted ever so slightly and when he did..thats when you realized you were simply staring at him unblinking like an idiot.

"Uhm-! Are you gonna pay for the window?"

Those were the first words that left your lips with your voice raising in pitch..and you immediately cringed a little, letting out a nervous cough.

There was a beat of silence before a low snort came from Redhood, his head turning towards the man sized hole he had created.

"Oh, sure."

He replied, and you were left staring at him again..blinking like an owl.

"..Sure?"

You repeated, watching as the man adjusted his jacket..black combat boots crunching over the glass shards that littered the ground, taping his helmet again..no longer paying you any mind at the moment.

"Yeah yeah..I hear ya, I'm on my way- got thrown into some.."

Redhood muttered, you could practically hear him rolling his eyes before his head tilted back..he was looking over at the shelves of books.

"Library?..huh."

You squinted a little at that. This was clearly a library! It may be run down and spooky but it had great books!

"Does that helmet make it hard to see?"

You grumbled under your breath, immediately tensing when the white eyes became trained on you..your mouth snapping shut as you gave him a nervous, thin lipped grin.

"Funny..anyways..I'll pay for the window."

Redhood reiterated, and all you could do is slowly nod and hum in acknowledgement- giving him a small thumbs up.

"Oh! Thanks? I mean you did..break it with your body, but thanks! Thats.."

There was another little chuckle from him before he climbed back through the hall not even letting you finish stumbling over your words! You clicked your tongue a little as you slowly set down your bed..walking towards the broom and dustpan to clean up the mess he left.

He's definitely not gonna pay you back..he's got other shit to be doing anyways.

Guess you got some saving to do.

[voxtechemployee]

Got another angels (saint Peter, Adam, lute, Emily) x reader request lol;

How would they react with a reader who is a redeemed sinner? The reader still maintains some of their old hell habits—cursing a lot and very comfortably, cursing with words like “Christ on a stick—“, not trusting anyone, pda is different in heaven vs hell, ect

you're good! this is actually kind of interesting to think about!!

༉‧₊˚. SAINT PETER ₊˚. in the bible, saint peter actually doubts jesus multiple times and this shows that he is capable of doubt, even against heaven ₊˚. and meeting a redeemed sinner changes his perspective on a lot of things about the place he calls home ₊˚. though sometimes your foul mouth makes him cringe a bit, he knows that humans are flawed by nature - but don't expect the language to catch on with him haha ₊˚. he's weak for being flirted with, so there's definitely moments where he finds himself getting a little too wound up when you're flirting with him in public ₊˚. though he never pushes you to trust others, aside from just soothing you when you get nervous about someone's intentions; he knows you just need time to adjust!

ೃ⁀➷ ADAM ➷ of course this fucking asshole is going to do anything he can to prove that you don't belong in heaven ➷ which, because of both of you ramming heads so frequently, definitely turns into a hate-sex situationship ➷ both of you are foul-mouthed, and sometimes even he has to be the one to go "(name), take a chill pill or something- fucking holy shit-" ➷ you've definitely both gotten into trouble for being a little too public with your affections before, but it never seems to stop either of you from being flirtatious little angry shits with each other

₊˚ପ⊹ LUTE ⊹ when riled up, this girl is the queen of saying foul and dirty things and she even beats YOU at your own game in private ⊹ in public, she's much more reserved - she's better at keeping herself able to fit in than you are ⊹ she also doesn't really like you at first because she agrees with adam; you shouldn't be in heaven and it's a shame that you're such an insult to the ways of hell ⊹ it takes much longer to win her over than it does adam and even then, she's not a fan of your behavior and takes it upon herself to correct it whenever she can (even though it's incredibly hypocritical)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ EMILY ❥ emily is very excited to know a sinner made it to heaven! she knew that charlie was right and souls can be redeemed, and you're the perfect example of that! ❥ sort of. your habits are a bit too rough around the edges and you have a really bad habit of saying things that make her blush like crazy in public ❥ but you're new! you're not used to the rules and regulations of heaven yet, and that's okay because she can teach you ❥ you convince her to cuss one time when you're alone, and she does a little giggle and just whispers "fuck" under her breath, and then grins at you like a champion

[silentglassbreak]

This is about to be SO self indulgent but 🤫

Name: Kelly. Nickname: Kells. Pet names: sweetheart, baby. Female. Brown hair, hazel eyes. Always rosy cheeks.

Scenario: You’re best friends with Ruffilo, you call him to pick you up. It’s your birthday, and you’re at a bar with your girlfriends. Noah, who you’re also close with via Nick, answers Nick’s phone instead, comes to pick you up. You’re not drunk, at most you’re a little tipsy, but somehow you start rambling about how you’ve always wanted to try the birthday tradition of an orgasm for every year you’ve been alive. (You’re lucky if you go more than 10.) “Is that what you want? Because I didn’t get you a present.” Cue filthy sex and yes, Noah being a munch. More of a friends with benefits type vibe, no confessed feelings. Still affectionate though, he obviously cares about you and wants to make you feel good. Aftercare and cuddles!!!! Lots of praise!!!! But also he has such a filthy mouth akdkksjd

This is filthy I KNOW forgive me 😭 hank you!!!!!!

Let's switch it up, shall we? This one's from Noah's perspective.

After Writing Notes: No plot. No development. Just...orgasms. I hope you enjoy!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Oral (fem rec), dirty talk, PnV, a word that makes me cringe to say, let alone write....

Anything More Than Human

If these motherfuckers didn't shut up soon, I was going to lose my entire fucking mind. All I wanted, our first day back from tour, was to sit in my room, relax, and play fucking Overwatch. That was unbearably difficult to do when all of my dickhead brothers decided today was the best day to throw a God damn party, celebrating the end of the tour. You would think that, given I was the owner of the house, that they’d respect my want for space.

It didn’t help at all that I hadn’t told them they couldn’t, but that was just my overwhelming need to please – which Jolly gave me shit for constantly. So what the fuck?!

I had tried to focus, keeping music blasting through my headset, and focusing on my computer screen. However, the music they played downstairs was shaking the walls of the house, making it nearly impossible to ignore. After the sixth game that I had fucked off from lack of concentration, I finally got so agitated that I threw my headset at my keyboard, cursing out of frustration. It was maddening, and truly, giving me a migraine.

Giving up hope of any type of relief, I stood up, pulling a shirt over my head, and took a deep breath before exiting my room. I didn’t want to take my irritation out on the guys, or any of the many guests they had invited over. It wasn’t their faults. They just needed to blow off some steam. We just all had different ways of doing that.

Heading downstairs, eyes scanning the living room, I took note of the thick cloud of smoke hanging in the air. I could smell the pot before I saw it, but it still made my jaw tick. I just had that couch cleaned.

Straying directly into the kitchen, I huffed while pulling the fridge open, ignoring the lingering bodies around the countertop with drinks in their hands. I was certain they had noticed me, but I couldn’t even begin to care less. Pulling a water from the shelf, I heard the back door sliding open.

“Hey! I didn’t expect you to come down all night!” Folio’s voice was thick with alcohol, words slurring together slightly.

I turned around to face him. “Yeah, well, I couldn’t focus on my game.”

He nodded, bumping my shoulder with his own. “Sorry man. You should come outside. Jolly got the fire pit going, and there’s at least six girls hanging around asking about you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Nah man, I’m going to watch a movie or something.”

“Ah c’mon, Noah. We just got home! We should be having fun!”

I swallowed a large gulp of water, wiping my lips off with the back of my hand. “That is fun to me, man.”

He shook his head. “How long has it been?”

I knew what he was asking, but playing dumb was too easy. “Since…?”

The shrill sound of a phone ringing pulled my attention from him momentarily, and I noticed an iPhone on the other side of the counter lit up.

“Since you got laid?”

I snorted. “Not that long. Like, three months?”

It was Folio’s turn to let his eyes roll back. “You talking about that thing with Moriah? Dude, that doesn’t fucking count.”

Before the ringing could have stopped for a full thirty seconds, it started again. “Sure it did!”

“Oh please, you didn’t even fuck her!”

Chuckling, I shoved him. “Head counts, dude.”

“Not unless you’re the one getting it, it doesn’t.” Folio pointed at me as if he had made the most valid point.

I scoffed. “Says you, fetus.”

He cracked up at this. Before he could say more, both of us were distracted by the phone ringing again.

“Whose fucking phone is ringing?” I scanned around the room, searching for the owner of the cell that was nearly exploding.

“Uh, I think that’s Nick’s?”

I snatched it off the counter, seeing the name flashing.

It was Kelly. That was odd. She should be here, I would think?

Making my way out the back door where Nick was, I took note of the girl in his lap, currently pressing her breasts so far in his face, he was practically inside of her bra. I walked up behind him, bumping his shoulder with my hand.

“Hey, bro. Kelly’s blowing you up.”

Nick just cocked his head up to look at me. “I’m kind of in the middle of something here?”

I just smacked him harder. “Dude, she’s calling back to back, it’s probably important.” I looked at the screen as it darkened, and looked back to Nick. “Why isn’t she here?”

He was back to his business between the unnamed girls’ tits when he answered. “She went out with Savannah and Erica for her birthday.”

His phone lit up again, her name flashing on the screen. “Are you going to answer it?”

He dismissed me. “I’ll call her back.”

Sighing hard, I stepped away, further into the backyard where the music wasn’t blaring so loudly. I swiped the call open, and put it up to my left ear, plugging my right with a finger.

“Hello?”

“Nick?!” Her voice was borderline frantic.

“It’s Noah. Nick’s, uh,” I chanced a glance back at him, seeing he was lip-locked with the blonde. “he’s busy. What’s up, dude?”

“I need a ride. Bad.” She sounded wrecked.

“What’s wrong, Kells? Where are you?”

“I’m at Shaughnessy’s on 22nd. I need to go home.”

My legs began carrying me toward the house. “Okay, stay there. I’ll be there in ten minutes, alright?”

“Thank you, Noah. I’ll be outside.”

-

The bar was overflowing with patrons. Men and clearly drunk girls were littering the sidewalk around the building. My eyes scanned for Kelly, but couldn’t see her. It wasn’t until I rounded the corner that I could see her deep brown hair from behind a bulky guy, towering over her. Kelly wasn’t the shortest girl around, but this guy was easily as tall as I was. The look on her face told me she was not happy to be there.

Finding a space on the street, I pulled in, ignoring the meter, and stepped out of my car.

“I’m telling you, honey, my place is like a five-minute walk. We can go there, have something to eat. I’ll take you home later.”

Her eyes held something strongly resembling fear, and her body language was closed off and uncomfortable.

That is, until she saw me. Her hazel stare met mine, and she knew she was finally getting out of this.

“Hey!” The guy turned around, red-rimmed eyes staring directly at me. “Time to go.” I addressed Kelly directly, and she slipped quickly from behind the dickhead, who looked bewildered. I held a hand out, which she took graciously.

“What the fuck?” He stared at us as I began pulling her back toward the street. “You never said you had a boyfriend!”

“Yeah, well, live and learn, asshole!” I hollered back, not giving him a second look. My fingers interlaced with hers, leading her to the passenger door of my Mazda 3, and tucked her into the car safely. Before I closed the door, I bent down, looking right at her.

“You good, sweetheart?”

She only nodded in response.

I rounded the vehicle and took my seat quickly, wasting no time pulling away from the curb. Kelly lived a good thirty minutes away, and by the look on her face, I could tell I needed to cut that back in any way I could.

Shifting into first gear, I pulled forward and we were gone, leaving the bar and it's problems behind us.

"What happened to your friends, Kells?" It occurred to me that I may have just left two more girls stranded at a crowded bar in downtown Los Angeles...

"They fucking left me!" Her words exploded out of her, which took me back. Kelly was typically calm, cool, and controlled. She rarely had outbursts of any kind.

She had definitely been drinking, however.

"Those fucking bitches! They met up with some of their guys friends that I didn't even know would be there! Ended up ditching me because I didn't want to go with them to a club." Her arms folded over her chest, a visible pout on her lips.

Kelly was adorable when she was angry, and I couldn't help but feel my chest swell.

We had known each other for six - no, seven years now, and had what one might call a semi-close relationship? Nick introduced me to her after our first headlining tour, when we passed through West Virginia, as his best friend. Their Moms were best friends growing up, so, naturally, they grew up together from near birth.

Kelly's a warm human being, and brings a serious sense of perspective and calm to the group of absolute imbeciles the guys and I tend to be. Nick and Kelly's relationship was reminiscent of siblings, and we had all grown to view her as a member of our little family. She joined us on most of our tours these days, and we moved her to Los Angeles two years ago. It was easier for her to help out with managing schedules, merch drops, and the other random things she handled for us when we were overly stressed out.

Due to her integral part of our family, she was off-limits at all times. Folio took that one the hardest, given they were the same age, and something about her drew him in. We all had the hard rules - no dating Kelly. No fucking Kelly. No making passes at Kelly. Mild flirting was as far as it ever got between her and I, and even then, it was usually in our rare moments of privacy, like now.

Did I find her attractive? Sure. Everyone did. How could you not? She was fit, and happy to show it - nearly always wearing shorts or crop tops that made it clear she worked out for a good time. Her brown hair was always hung loose, wisping around her face and messy; natural. She wore very little makeup, so her eyes were always free to shine, as they should.

My favorite thing about her, though? She had this constant natural blush over her. Her cheeks always had a tinge of pink to them, making her just look like a glow in a darkened room. A bright, fae-like creature.

It was hard to describe, but it was so fucking cute.

Typically, that's all I usually thought of Kelly; cute. Sweet. Adorable. Funny. Laid-back. Easy to talk to.

But today, on her birthday?

She was clearly aiming to turn some heads, as she was wearing short black jean shorts, a black tank top that was ripped in the center, showing just enough cleavage to make a man stare. Her hair was tightly curled, giving it volume that it normally didn't possess. Her eyes were made-up more than normal, sharp black eyeliner giving her eyes a cat-like effect. Her lipstick was black as well, making her teeth shine brightly behind it.

She looked...fucking hot.

Thinking of her outfit brought me back to the current conversation.

"How much have you had to drink?"

She shrugged then, her eyes taking on a guilty look. "Only like...two long island iced teas?"

This made me crack a smile. "That's usually the limit on those, you know."

She sheepishly grinned, her blush spreading. "Yeah, that's what the bartender told me when I tried to order another."

"Are you drunk?"

She shook her head. "I was, but fucking Josh...or Jared? I don't remember his name. He fucking killed my buzz mostly, so now I just feel kind of tired."

We were turning through the hills of the valley, the streets pitch black around us. "I'm sorry to hear that." I pursed my lips. "I'm also sorry that I forgot today was your birthday."

She waved a hand at me, dismissing my apology. "You're the worst with dates, Noah. I don't mind."

I scoffed, feigning offense. "I am not!"

This made her all-out laugh. "Noah, if your birthday wasn't on Halloween, you'd forget it every year."

Opening my mouth to speak, I stopped. Because...where was the lie?

"Well, still." I cleared my throat. "I feel bad, because I didn't get you a gift."

Her face was turned to the window. "No worries, hon. It's really no biggie."

Kelly's voice was sad and small, then. "I'll still get you something!" This made her turn her face, smiling somberly at me. "What do you want? Anything you want."

Her face scrunched up, then. The corner of her lip was turned up in a small smirk, and she shook her head.

"Nothin'. Don't worry about getting me anything."

I caught this out of the corner of my eye. "Nope, I saw that. What is it? What do you want?"

I wasn't letting this go.

"Noah, you can't get me what I want, so I will just count this ride home as my gift. Trust me, it means a lot."

Shaking my head fervently, I turned my car onto the freeway. "Nuh-uh, not happening. I'm sure I can get it somewhere, whatever it is."

This made her cackle. "It's not a thing."

Pursing my lips, I looked at her from under a raised brow. "Is it a puppy?"

Still bursting with laughter, she waved a hand at me. "No. I don't need a puppy."

"Kitty?"

"No."

"Then what is it?" I was getting frustrated. What could she possibly want? An island?!

She dropped her face in her hands. "Ugh, maybe I am still buzzed."

"Spit it out, Kells!"

"I want to get laid, okay?!" Her voice was shrill, clearly laced with embarrassment. Some kind of flood gate had unleashed, and I was too stunned to do anything about it.

"I wanted to meet someone, someone decent, and have stupid, gross, un-fucking-believable sex! I wanted to try that thing where you have an orgasm for every year? Twenty-seven is crazy, but fuck, I never ask for fucking anything! I just wanted to be fucked so hard I slept like a rock afterward and could get some of this pent-up stress out!"

The car was silent for a solid minute and a half after she finished speaking. The longer the air lingered without sound, I could see her slowly sinking further down into her seat - obviously mortified at her omission.

I finally decided to take a deep breath, letting out a small cough to disrupt the tension.

"Well," I exited the highway, now only minutes from her apartment. "then I guess it's going to be a long night, eh?"

I watched the shock strike over her features. "What?!"

Finally building the confidence I needed, I chanced a glance over at her while we sat at a red light. "I mean, I said anything you wanted, didn't I?"

She began waving her hands between us. "Oh no. No, no, no. We are not doing that."

"No? I thought you said a decent guy? Am I not?"

Her face was absolutely flabbergasted, and I felt my pants getting tighter just thinking about it.

"Of course you are, Noah. Probably the most decent guy I know. But, there's rules in place for a reason..."

"How do you know about the rules?"

She smirked then, rolling her eyes. "Folio told me."

Sucking my teeth, my vehicle started moving again, my hand gripping the shifter. "Well, rules are meant to be broken, right?"

"Noah..." Her eyes were bulging. "You can't just sleep with me because I'm desperate. That's just sad."

"Excuse me?" We were pulled into her complex now, my car idling in the parking space facing her building. "What did you say?"

Her head hung, then. She was still embarrassed, but now she looked depressed as well.

"I know you and I aren't like that. I don't want you suffering through something like that with me, just because I'm hard up."

Scoffing loudly, I turned my body to look at her, a finger lifting to pull her chin up so she could look at me. "Baby," Her eyes finally met mine. "make no mistake at all, I would've fucked you years ago, had I been allowed."

There's that blush again. I let my finger fall, tracing down her chest as it did, catching the rips in her shirt.

"Maybe you are hard up." I let my lids fall half-closed, admiring that her breasts bounced slowly when her breathing was erratic like this. "Maybe I am too." I looked back up at her, letting my teeth pull at the skin of my bottom lip. "Maybe it was for the best that I picked up the phone, and not Nick?"

Her lips were parted, and I could tell she was entranced.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

-

Not to sound self-absorbed, but I can be very persuasive. One of my best, and most redeeming qualities is definitely the art of charm. In all fairness, it didn't take very long to convince Kelly that her needs were due to be met, but I had melted her like butter in seconds after we entered her apartment. Clothes flew quickly, hands grabbing everywhere, and nervous giggles escaping the both of us when the harsh reality would sink in of exactly what we were doing.

I, of course, checked to ensure she was sober enough to enjoy our fun responsibly, and asked her to drink some water before we got started. I wanted her to remember this birthday. I also planned to dehydrate the hell out of her.

That is how I found myself buried between her bare thighs, her ass perched comfortably on her dining room table, tits jumping as her hips bucked against my face. My tongue was drawing some of the most lovely sounds out of her. Her head had fallen back, curls cascading down her back, eyes closed in absolute pleasure.

My index and middle finger worked inside of her, walls clenching around me as her first orgasm hit her, making her curse my name multiple times.

After her legs had calmed their shaking, I stood in front of her, my shirt discarded on the floor, and assessed her state. She looked absolutely blissed out, her eyes half-masked, and a lazy grin painting her face.

"Wow." Was all she managed. Her black lipstick had smeared slightly, and tears were pulling her eyeliner down her cheeks.

"One down." I breathed out, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.

Her back fell back on the table, legs dangling off of the edge. "Noah," She chuckled. "we don't have to do what I had said. That was me being insane."

She wasn't looking at me anymore, so she completely missed me slipping my wallet from my pocket, pulling out the condom, and sheathing it over my erection, stroking it over.

"No?" My hands grabbed her hips, snatching her forward so she was halfway off of the table. Her head snapped up to look at me, startled. "Cause I was planning to see how far we'd get."

Nudging her entrance, I saw her eyes blow wide, mouth hanging open.

"Unless you don't want to?" I stilled, checking her face for protest.

She said nothing, teeth catching her bottom lip. I dared to press in, and her eyes fluttered closed again, head falling back with a thud on the table.

"Holy fuck." It came out as a prayer off of her lips, and I smiled, satisfied at the tight squeeze of her around me. I pressed all the way in to the hilt, my own body spasming from the sensation.

"Jesus Christ, baby. I had no idea you could take cock this fucking good."

I watched her chest rise and fall, nipples perk and begging for attention. I reached a hand up, rolling one between my fingers.

"So fucking beautiful, sweetheart."

Her pussy clenched down around me as I spoke to her, and I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" She glanced at me, looking sheepish again. "You like that, baby? Like hearing how much of a good little slut you are?"

Kelly let out the softest moan I had ever heard, her body flooding at the same time. My hips started snapping rhythmically, keeping an even pace.

I leaned down, letting my mouth close around her nipple, tongue circling it and teeth nipping it.

"You pictured this before, haven't you?" I let my lips trail up to her neck, breathing into her skin. "Me pounding into you? Fucking you until there's nothing left?"

She was almost catatonic at the pleasure she was experiencing, and I couldn't deny how close I was getting, sliding in and out of her wet lips. I felt myself beginning to tighten, and the coil in my belly threatening to snap. She had to come again, that was the entire goal.

Standing straight, my hand reached for her clit, thumb circling it expertly. That's when the real screaming began.

"That's it, baby. Show me how much you love it. Let everyone hear it."

Her hips shook, trying desperately to meet my thrusts while I touched her.

She tightened again, and I knew she had finished. Fortunately, my own orgasm came rolling over me at the same time.

I fucked her through the waves of euphoria, sliding her back on the table so she wouldn't fall.

It took me a moment to gather my breathing before I was able to slide the condom off and dispose of it in the garbage. I noticed she had lifted herself off of the table, standing in front of it and gathering her melted thoughts, working on her breathing.

Coming up behind her, I circled her waist, moving hair off of her neck, and leaned into her. "Hey," My voice was a whisper. She hummed at me in return. "you okay?"

She nodded, leaning her had back on my chest. "More than okay."

Grinning, I nuzzled my nose into her neck behind her ear. "Let's get you in a shower."

I led her to the bathroom, starting the water and waiting for it to warm up. She stood, scrutinizing her face in the mirror.

"I look like hell, dude." Was all she managed to say. This made me snicker.

"You look like you just got fucking railed."

This made her burst in laughter, holding onto the counter for support. "I mean...you're not wrong." She pointed a finger at me.

Opening the curtain, I motioned for her to get into the water, and I followed suit. She let her head sit under the spray, saturating her dark hair. I leaned against the tile wall, giving her space. Kelly went to work washing her face, scrubbing the makeup off, leaving only a trace of a shadow underneath from her mascara.

She then washed her hair, conditioning, and ran her loofah over her body. I took note of how she tenderly cleaned herself between her legs, likely due to sensitivity. Was I proud? One-hundred percent.

I waited until she was all rinsed and relaxed, before I stepped behind her, running my palm down her back, tracing the scattered tattoos she had. Her body leaned into my touch, and I used the opportunity to pull her into me, leaning her against me. I found this to be most comfortable for her, given the height difference between us.

I brought myself close to her ear, my voice low. "So, I've gotten two out of you, right?"

I caught her smile from the corner of my eye. "Three."

"Ah," I licked the side of her neck softly. "well, I've still got a lot of ground to cover."

She didn't respond, so I let my hand trail down her stomach, reaching her swollen lips, spreading them with my fingers.

"Also," I didn't stop my work, slipping a finger in as gently as possible to not overstimulate her. "I didn't know you had a praise kink."

Letting out a breathless laugh, she pressed her weight into me, allowing me full access. "There's a lot I don't tell you."

"That's so sexy, baby." My finger massaged her sweet spot, pulling pants out of her with each stroke. "Knowing you like to hear how good you are. How beautiful," I quickened the pace. "how amazing," I pressed in further, making her groan. "and fucking tight."

"Ugh, Noah. That feels so amazing." She had a hand gripping the back of my neck, fingernails digging into the skin.

"You going to come for me, just like this, sweetheart? Make it this easy for me?" My hand sped up, her voice high-pitched and desperate for more.

"Noah, don't stop. Please. That's so fucking good."

"Going to come all over me, baby? Come on, girl. You can do it. I've got you." My arm pulled her waist closer to me, taking on her body weight so she could focus.

"Fuck, I'm coming, fuck..."

I felt the spray of her release on my hand, and I slipped my fingers out, pressing on her clit, forcing a scream from somewhere deep in her chest.

"God damn, baby. Did you just squirt for me? Didn't know you could do that." Amazed, I palmed her pussy, massaging it through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Ha, me neither." She seemed just as surprised as me.

"Mm," I left a soft slap over her clit, making her jump. "well, let's see if we can do it again."

Without warning, I pulled her down, bringing us down into the tub, the spray of the shower still hitting us, turning colder as the seconds passed. She laid on my body, my re-hardened cock pressing up into her back. Her hands braced on my knees, and I used a hand to open her legs, running the tips of my fingers through her slick folds. Soft whimpering noises were falling out of her; her body completely turning over to me for whatever I had planned for her.

Mercilessly, I penetrated her with two fingers, my other hand gripping her hair at the base of her skull so I could wrench her neck to the side, biting down on the soft skin.

"You've got this, baby girl. Give me another, you can do it."

Kelly's fingertips were bruising my legs where she gripped, eyes rolling back violently while her back arched. She was hitting an edge, so I pulled my hand out suddenly, and circled the hood of her clit, eliciting a sickening, guttural sound out of her.

"N-Noah..." Fighting for breath, she writhed under me. "I...need to..."

"You don't need anything, baby. Nothing but me." I whispered directly in her ear.

Her hips bucked up, climax hitting her, and I could feel her pulse through my fingers, still pressing on her pussy.

"Noah, I can't take anymore. I really can't." She was begging for reprieve, and was lucky I was feeling generous.

Peppering her shoulder and arm with soft kisses, I ran my hands up her sides. "No problem, baby. Let's go get comfortable."

After we both redressed, me back into my original clothes, her into her pajamas, we found a comfortable spot on her couch. I sat, legs apart, pulled her down between them, tucking her comfortably against my chest. She curled into me, exhausted and buzzing from our evening together. The effects of the alcohol had long worn off.

"You doing okay, Kells?"

She mumbled into my chest, already sounding half-gone. "Mhm." She yawned, a small sound. "Sleepy."

"Why don't we get you in bed?" I smirked, rubbing circles into her back. "Unless you want more?"

I felt her shiver underneath me. "I can't. I might have a stroke if I have another orgasm."

This made me snicker, pulling her head back into me.

"This is a secret?"

She didn't audibly respond, just pulled back and looked at me, a pleading look on her face.

I wasn't bothered by that, per se. Would I like to brag to my boys a little about it? Sure. Did I get the slightest heaviness at the idea of her not wanting anyone to know what we did? Maybe.

But, at the end of the day, I respected her enough to know that keeping this friendship meant much more to her than five orgasms.

Turning my mouth upward, I ran a thumb over her cheek, meeting her lips that I managed to keep away from the entire night.

Kissing felt like...too much?

"My lips are sealed, sweetheart."

Satisfied with that, she cuddled back into me, and it took no time at all before I heard the soft snores of her slumber. Once I was sure she was down deep enough, I lifted her from the couch, careful to keep her head steady against me, and trekked into her bedroom.

Setting her gently down, I pulled the covers over her, and took one last look. Her face was so peaceful. So comfortable.

Some kind of something sparked inside me, but it didn't matter. It was time to go.

Locking her doorknob on the way out, I took the steps two at a time on the way down, yawning while I climbed into my car.

My phone buzzed in the console, and that was when I realized I had left it there in my haste. Nick's face flashed on the screen, and I swiped the call open.

"Hey dude, what's up?"

"Did you pick up Kelly?"

I couldn't stop the grin that spread, but he couldn't see that. "I did."

A hard sigh of relief came through the receiver. "Thank fuck, dude. I saw her texts just now. You good, man? It's been hours."

Starting my car, I let the call switch to my Bluetooth as I backed out of the space. "Yep, all good here."

Nick's voice was skeptical. "Where are you?"

"Headed home. Just wanted to make sure she got to bed okay. She had been drinking."

"Ah, okay. She's okay?"

My teeth shined, and my eyes stared back at me with a dark, beaming gaze in the rearview mirror.

"Oh, yeah. She's just fine."

[dilfhos]

TRAINRIDE

#!WHO; DABI x fem!READER

A! i hope u ignore this cus its stupid but I think dabi/touya being a total scum to huge endeavor fan reader should be a thing

+ (i added my twist to it; at the time this was sent, i was on my dc shit heavy and id already started it)

#!CW: deadoves!n0nc0n, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, implied exhibitionism, gaslighting, touya arc if you squint real close! dabi has dick piercings bc i said so

tagging: @mostlyheinous @scariusaquarius @dabislittlemouse @nyx--knacks @the-grimm-writer @ectologia

Dabi hated taking public transportation, especially now.

It subjected him to having to conceal his identity for one, blending into the fleeting crowds with dark, long clothing. It didn’t bother him as much had it been any other time, one where he wasn’t on constant guard or easily irritated by familiar phrases and his face.

Dabi only gave a quick glance to the glass behind him, eyeing the way his big hood hung low on his head, hand deep into his trench pocket as the other supported his balance. He drew his hood lower at the glance from a man on his left.

The train eased to a stop and the doors slid open as the crowd swarmed to bring in and send out more people. When the doors closed and the train began to move again, he found himself being thrown forward. A small yelp came from the woman in front of him, turned partially.

He was about to mumble something before his eyes made contact with what she was wearing.

Seeing that you were brazenly adorned in merchandise of the number one hero, he scrunched his nose up at the sight of your complimentary accessories before finally settling on your face. Preoccupied with your phone to notice his oggling, you shifted, body moving with the force of the train as it started moving.

Dabi didnt mean to look, but the subtle quake of your chest piqued his vision and he wished he wasn’t met with those same fucking eyes. How cringe you looked with the familiar navy phone-case you had on the back of your phone to match.

In fact, if Dabi wanted to, he’d stand there and count every one of Endeavor’s paraphernalia and the number could be well over three. You really walk around like that? Parading your favorite hero on your body like a fangirl poster.

He chuckled darkly before rolling his eyes. Yeah, you probably had one or two of them in your room that you fuck yourself to at night to boot.

The train was only a little crowded but not enough to fully obscure your body from his view. You were dressed in jeans, the denim pairing with a snug t-shirt that sculpted your chest perfectly under his gaze. On the back he could see the familiar bright flames. They were disgustingly familiar, completing the stoic features of the hero on the front.

“Endeavor, huh?” You finally glanced up, a bit surprised to find barely anyone on board at this point. A few men sat adjacent, some sleep, others occupied on their own devices and papers or simply dead in gaze as they awaited their respective stops.

Then him, of course.

Turning fully around you face the source of the comment and your heart began to hammer.

Under a subtle glance or two, he didn’t look too out of the ordinary. Dark pants, shoes and a coat on his back, he could’ve as easily passed for some unremarkable human being cold and exhausted from days events. However, under the certain proximity, you had a clear view of his face, unmistakably his metal-littered, scarred face and the dangerously piercing gaze to match.

You parted your lips but he held up a finger, silencing you before you could squeak a sound. He glanced around toward the few other occupants in the car, noting them to be of no significance until his eyes returned back to yours, the silent threat of impending danger weighing heavily in the air around you.

“Are you-are you going to kill me?” You finally said, voice sickeningly timid. Wide eyes peered up at him, height clearing yours as he slowly backed you towards the side of the car.

“He your favorite hero?” Dabi ignored your question, eyes flickering to your chest before his hand followed. You squeaked in surprise as he boldly placed his hand against your breast.

Jerking away, you prepare to to defend yourself when he gripped your wrist.

“To answer the question, I’m not gonna kill you. ‘M just gonna hurt you real bad though,” You’re spun before another word is uttered, the rattling of metal against wheels loud enough to drown your protests.

“Please don’t do this,” His hands were exploring your body, running up your thighs and cruelly pinching at the skin on your sides before settling on the hem of your jeans.

“Please don’t,” You whimpered shakily, meeting the villain’s eyes in the glass.

“I just feel like ya personally insulting me y’know?” He grunted over the sound of his belt clinking. His hand was back on your side now, nails digging into the meat of the exposed skin until drawing a wince.

Dabi shuffled forward until your hands were pressed against the wall of the train, steadying yourself. His other made quick work of yanking down your jeans until they rested around your thighs, panties on display before his hungry gaze.

“D-don’t. I’ll scream.” By now, you’d been reduced to a whimpering, teary-eyed mess, your frantic gaze shifting through the other riders for a witness to what was going on.

But they were all too preoccupied to care.

“Yeah, for who?” The passengers that did notice were the wrong ones.

You met the greedy eyes of the man closest to you and the way his own dropped down to your connected bodies. Dabi was quick to notice that and chuckled before leaning down toward your ear.

“Still your idol, doll? This is his society, you know? The one on your ridiculously, ugly top,” He snickered, his fingers hooking into the side of your panties.

Before you could cry out, his scarred hand clamped over your mouth at the same time as his cock breached your cunt. You tensed, nothing escaping you but a muffled gasp as he shoved himself past your tight ring of resistance. Your eyes were wide, peering back at you in the glass, reflecting off of the pain and horror present.

“Mm, so tight.” He licked the shell of your ear and you release a shuddering sob. He began a snappy, brutal pace, the thick cock dragging heavily through your dry walls. Every time he pulled away, you felt every vein, every metallic orb scraping against gummy insides.

He slammed back into you at the same time the train screeched over rusted tracks, grunting with every stroke, his thin hip bones snapping against your ass.

His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist, his wrist only flicking to push and pull you back onto his dick. His other hand remained pressed against your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. You reached behind to at least try and push him away, alleviate the grating pain he was causing but your attempts were laughable as he only slapped away your efforts.

Dabi sped up, stumbling forward until your front was pressed against the metal interior, body squished between hot and cool. The hand over your mouth dropped to hang loosely around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his. The hood over his head only served to make him all the more menacing with the shadow that casted over his grotesque features.

“What do you think Mr. Endeavor would say if he saw his biggest fan being defiled like this? Probably be disgusted huh? I mean, allowing a complete stranger to fuck you on public transportation.” Your eyes closed as you imagined the twisted look of repulsion on your favorite hero and the image brought you to more tears.

You hiccupped as he trailed fingers down in between your legs to brush against your clit, missing the way his grin widened at the way you suddenly tense up. You released a pained moan at the way your pussy clamped down on him.

“So sensitive,” He chuckled at the way you try and bite down your orgasm. He could feel you start to relax, your cunt pulsating around him as your juices started to slick him up.

Overhead, the sound of the loudspeaker crackling at the next stop had Dabi’s eyes glancing up, as if now aware of the time. Releasing you, his hand fell to your other hip where his blunt nails dug as his pace quickened.

“Stop’s coming up,” He mumbled. You didn’t really hear him though. You were busy trying not to give in to the way his cock was filling you up, the pain parting into pleasure, your juices beginning to fall and squish around his dick.

Your head hung low; you couldn’t even look at your reflection in the glass anymore, at the way your brows furrowed over glossy, blown eyes. The way your wet lips part to release silent moans. You were despicable. You couldn’t call yourself a fan of the great Endeavor anymore, not after this.

Not after him.

Dabi’s feet planted firmly, his hips suddenly stuttering to a halt. He was quick to conceal your squeal with his hand again as his dick twitched in your cunt. Your teary eyes widened as you felt warmth flooding you, too horrified to even move save for your trembles.

He was still going, slowly rutting his nut back into you with shallow strokes. It was only until you heard a chime overhead that he pulled away with a content sigh.

Dabi eyed the way his cum was beginning to seep down your thighs, dripping into your bunched up jeans and an idea formed in his head, one that had him grinning sadistically.

A moment later your trembling legs finally gave way allowing you to sink onto the floor.

He began to fix himself, adjusting the hood on his head. He threw a cocky salute to the man eyeballing him earlier and a final disgusted look down at those eyes on your shirt. He then shook his head with a forming smile, walking away and leaving you on the floor of the cold train. The whooshing of the doors were deafening in your ears as you looked up to greedy eyes.

Back at the hero agency, Endeavor’s phone lit up and a notification from an unknown number had his brows furrowed in confusion at the link. His scowl only deepened after further investigation.

DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content—current or archival.

[saintsenara]

Hi, if you're still doing the ask game, may I inquire about your opinion on the following ships ? : Tomarrinny, Bartymort, Quirrellmort, Petermort and Tom Sr/Cecilia/Merope. Also, thoughts on MoD!Voldemort or on how a meeting between Snape and Petunia would have gone ? Thanks !

thank you very much, @take-the-unknow-road-now for this wonderful selection of unhinged things for me to talk about. i am always ready for asks which inspire chaos:

tomarrinny

when she's eleven, harry's twelve, and tom is an immortal shard of soul? no.

when she's thirty, harry's thirty-one, and tom is back from the dead for some reason? absolutely.

after all, why shouldn't ginny be allowed two orphans, as a treat? and why shouldn't tom be allowed two people who are clearly less good-looking than him to pay him attention? plus, two quidditch players will definitely be willing to do all the work, allowing him to achieve his true form: undying pillow princess.

but - in reality - we all know which way the power dynamic actually lies: tom and ginny are both harry's subs.

let's hope that their ability to jointly write a poem has improved since the "his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad" days...

bartymort

canon.

there has never been a man with a more flagrant daddy kink than barty crouch jr., and we all know that he threw himself onto lord voldemort's lap the second he arrived in his first death eater meeting.

the dark lord advised him that he'd be physically chastised if this behaviour continued. unfortunately for him, that was exactly what barty wanted to happen.

the reason it burned out hard is because lord voldemort also has towering daddy issues. he is even forced to reveal what his real name and background is in an effort to make barty understand that sometimes he'd like to do something other than put on a double-breasted suit and pretend he's come home on time to attend a birthday party. [for example: "hello son, i've come to pick you up from the orphanage" role-play.)

barty literally couldn't give less of a fuck. lord voldemort isn't sorry when he gets turned into a soulless husk.

quirrellmort

lord voldemort - overcome with joy at being back in a human body after a decade - doesn't think through how awkward the aftermath of this will be, and spends the first night he's attached to quirrell's head directing him in a... let's just say... exploration of his anatomy.

quirrell is so pathetically suggestible that - from that point onwards - he can't get off unless the dark lord is talking dirty to him. but can you imagine how cringe trying to speak sexily to quirrell must be?

[hey baby, what are you wearing? a turban which smells of garlic?]

voldemort simply pretends not to have heard when quirrell brings this up. unfortunately, all this does is make quirrell want to talk about his feelings.

lord voldemort isn't sorry when harry kills him.

petermort

flopping. lord voldemort hates wormtail, because he betrayed a man to whom he would give his affections: james potter.

[seriously, he is a simp for james. there is no other explanation for why he insists that james fought him bravely when he turned up on halloween when we canonically know that what james actually did was run into the hall without his wand and then fall over.]

but don't worry. wormtail is getting some god-tier hate sex out of snape.

tom riddle sr./cecilia/merope gaunt

i'm going to answer this lightly, on the assumption that this triad is consensual.

tom sr. is getting thrown out of the bedroom within seconds. they're lesbians.

[he'll be fine. he goes for a little walk to sulk and ends up making out with frank bryce against a rose trellis. the four of them become bffs.]

and then our not-ship questions:

lord voldemort as the master of death

sounds like a lot of hard work, plus both of his parents keep appearing whenever he touches the resurrection stone to shout at him.

snape versus petunia

snape went round to speak to her about what a dick he thinks harry is [dumbledore told him to speak to her about the blood protection, he didn't want to].

they fucked.

[obetrolncocktails]

Karma Sutra | Sammy Kiszka X Reader | Part 3

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI! FINALLY SOME SMUT, FOLKS! (Sexting, guided masturbation, teasing, giving head (f. Receiving), fingering, dirty talk.

Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: He's impressed you, and though there's still mystery behind his eyes and motives that you aren't fully sure of yet, there's something addictive about him that you can't ignore...for now you'll go with the flow.

had dropped you off at your door sometime around two A.M after hours of talking. You had minuscule alcohol in your system, yet you still found yourself piecing the evening together, attempting to draw an imaginary line between arriving at the party and ending up in Sam Kiszka’s arms. You were splayed across your bed, staring up at the spinning ceiling fan, idly tracing the outline of your lips with the tip of your thumb. Your phone chimed, alerting you with a text. Lifting the phone and squinting from its brightness, you read the message. 

“So? Give me the dirty details about Ryan!” A text from Paige. You paused for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Your fingers ghosted above the screen, debating on how best to tell your best friend the truth. 

“Yeah, about that…it wasn’t Ryan.” You tossed your phone onto your bed as you returned to your previous position. Ding. You felt the buzz and looked to the side, watching the screen illuminate. 

“Thinking about you.” A text from Sammy. Your lips spread in a wide grin. You responded to him quickly, deciding to take a risk. 

“Oh yeah? What about me?” Send. You decided to pad to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. Another buzz erupted in your hands. 

“Oh you know…” You rolled your eyes with a wide grin. Just as you began to text back, Paige’s contact picture popped up on the screen as you received her call. You let the ringtone play out for a moment as your heart raced; you really didn’t want to have to explain yourself to her, but reluctantly, you answered her call.

 “Hello?” You leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a sip of water.

“What do you mean it wasn’t Ryan?” Her tone was inquisitive and curious. 

“Well, I might have fibbed a little bit about the name.” You reached with a hand to idly tousle your hair. 

“Okay…” She paused. “Well? Who the hell is it?” You cringed as she pressed you for information. 

“What would you say–” you paused, dreading the fall of the second half of the sentence, “If it was Sam?” The line was quiet between the two of you for a long moment. 

“Sam?” She gasped in realization. “No! Not Sam fucking Kiszka…Y/n, he’s such a prick.” You cut her off before she can continue. 

“I know, I know, I didn’t expect it either, but we had a great time tonight. He’s sweet and…we kissed.” Admitting the words out loud made you blush–something so simple and human had set you ablaze, because in truth, it wasn’t kissing that you were thinking about. 

“Shit! Give me all the tea. I have to know everything.” Paige’s tone was incredulous, yet impressed. 

“How the hell did you swing a Kiszka?” She continued to talk, going on and on about growing up with Sam, and how his antics had earned him a scathing reputation. 

“Huh?” You asked blankly, no longer able to focus on the conversation. Sam had sent you another text, distracting you from the phone call. The message appeared on your iphone as a black blob–an invisible message that you had to rub like a lottery scratch off ticket to reveal. A picture? Your eyes widened as you discovered what’s underneath. It’s a picture of Sam, taken in a mirror from the chest down. He was wearing sweatpants, but it is obvious that he is going commando underneath. You examined the picture, your eyes focusing on his bare chest before moving further down to his happy trail. You felt your breath hitch as you viewed the picture. 

“Y/n? Hello? I was talking.” Paige attempts to regain your attention.

“I’m sorry, what?” You offer, still entranced by the text message in front of you. 

“Like what you see?” He sent a follow up text, the final nail in your coffin. 

“Uh, sorry Paige. I am going to have to call you later.” She sighed with annoyance. 

“This isn’t over–call me later after you get some sleep. Y/n?” She left a final question lingering. 

“Yes?” You asked.

 “Don’t let him break your heart, or I might have to beat his ass. I love you, talk to you tomorrow.” You smiled, reassuring her. 

“Goodnight, I love you. Talk to you later.” Your phone buzzed once more in your palm.

“...are you asleep?” Another text from Sam. You sauntered back to your room, fingers typing and erasing over and over again until you finally decided to hit send. 

“What if I was? Definitely depends…” You returned to your previous position, watching the blades of the ceiling fan spin. After a few moments you found yourself almost hypnotized by the repetitive motion. Buzz. “Sammy emphasized a message.” The picture that Sam had sent appeared on your screen once more. 

Replying to it, you texted back,“What’s got you so excited?👀” You turned on your TV, busying yourself with the first recommended show on Netflix. Your phone screen lit up once more. 

“Well, I’ve got a couple things occupying my mind–one of them could be you…” You bit at your bottom lip as you shot back another response. 

“--Could be me? Sounds like you need some motivation.” You were already blushing with an idea spreading across your face. With a grin, you changed position, lying on your back against several pillows. You weren’t dressed particularly sexy, just an oversized t-shirt and black lacy underwear, but you knew how to work your angles. You took several pictures and landed on one that made you feel the most confident. It was an intentional decision to leave them as live photos, something for Sam to find later. 

***

It was dark in Sam’s bedroom, save for a sliver of light that peeped through the cracked bathroom door. Sam sipped on a beer, scrolling through his phone, only stopping when he received a text from you. Lowering the bottle from his lips, he moved to set it down on the nightstand. It was a photo of you, your hands pulling up and bunching your shirt up against your breasts to expose the bareness of your belly down to the waistband of your panties, which you have pulled down to fall just above your pubic mound. Sam’s cock throbbed through his sweatpants, leaving him aching and needy. Slipping his hand in his pants, he began to touch himself  as he closely analyzed the photo. His thumb grazed the photo for too long, revealing the live photo, showing you pulling your panties down your waist. 

“Fuck,” he whispered absently. Sam hastily snapped a photo of himself, careful to showcase his bulge through the crotch of his gray sweatpants. 

“I’m definitely thinking about you–are you thinking about me?” he typed a quick message above the image before pressing send. Returning to his cock, he stroked himself lazily, imagining if you were feeling the same sexual ache. 

“You have no idea, Sammy.”

***

You were taking risks tonight, but you didn’t feel insecure; in fact, Sam’s advances made you feel sexier than you had ever felt before. You couldn’t exactly pin down the reason, but you couldn’t deny the way that your body responded, either. 

“You have no idea, Sammy,” you respond, finally adding the nickname. You were horny and the only way to fix it was to handle it yourself; you slipped your hand into your underwear and began to finger at your clit, closing your eyes as you imagine Sammy touching you, fucking you. You jolted as you heard your phone’s ringtone. Sammy–Accept or Decline. The prompt flashed across your screen, beckoning you to answer the call. You pulled your fingers from your underwear and swiped across the screen to answer the phone. 

“H-hello?” you asked, unsure how to proceed. 

“I’m not calling for a conversation, Y/n.” He paused. His voice was breathy and shallow–needy. 

“Okay, why are you calling then?” He chuckled lightly. 

“Because if you could see what I am doing right now…I think you’d understand why I am otherwise preoccupied.” Your face reddened at his confession. “Are you touching yourself right now, Y/n? Don’t lie to me.” In truth, you couldn’t lie. You’ve always sucked at it. 

“Yes.” You uttered the word quietly, the admission leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet lustful at the same time. “Yes, I am touching myself.” Shame crept in, scrambling your thoughts and composure. 

“Mmm, and how does that feel? Are you imagining me touching you?” He spoke through the phone in a low murmur, his voice colored with desire. You took a few moments to debate how to respond; you knew that Sammy was masturbating on the other side of the phone–you could hear it in his voice, but something about the phone call left you feeling awkward and exposed. Taking a risk, you decided to go with the flow and try to relax. A quiet moment passed before Sammy spoke up again. “Insert two fingers inside yourself and imagine I’m there with you.” You obeyed, switching up your movements to slip two fingers into your opening, adjusting to feel more comfortable. You closed your eyes, filling your senses with his scent, physique, the touch of his hands…In your mind, Sammy was there with you in your dark bedroom, finger-fucking you with a smug grin. In the silence that he allowed, you heard yourself moaning, your consciousness floating in and out of your needy stupor. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you finally say. 

“It’s Sammy, Y/n. I’m pretty sure If I get to hear you fuck yourself, you can call me by my nickname.” He pauses before continuing. “Lick your fingers and bring them to your clit. Start slow and take your time. I’ll tell you when to speed up.” You nodded before realizing that he couldn’t see you. 

“Okay.” Bringing your fingers up, you licked them as he directed before returning them to your folds, swirling shapes around the swell of your clit. A distinct warmth began to wash over your body, an orgasm no longer a possibility, but a necessity. 

“I’m close, Sa-.” He cut you off quickly. 

“Faster, do it now.” You willed your fingers to work as fast as they could across your clit; the sensations were almost unbearable. Moans and groans escaped your body, filling the air space between yourself and your partner. “Cum for me, Y/n.” His plea sent you into oblivion; you threw yourself backward into your mattress and pillows. Your fingers cramped as you worked, and your body began to stiffen as every synapse in your brain fired, demanding euphoric release. 

In a breathless fury, you began to seize violently. You threw your legs out straight, squeezing your thighs tightly closed against your hand. 

“Fuck!” Your voice hitched, strangled in your throat as you cried out. 

“That’s it, Y/N. You sound so fucking sexy cumming just for me.” You hold your breath, pulling as much pleasure as you can from the orgasm possessing your body. It took you several moments to come down and compose yourself. 

“I can’t believe I just did that,” you said, reaching up to push your hair from your face. You waited for a long moment before realizing that he wasn’t responding. 

“Sammy?” Another moment passed before he responded in a low murmur. 

“Come to your door.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you try to make sense of his request. 

“My door? Wha-Are you her-” He cut you off with a needy and demanding tone. 

“Y/N, come downstairs. Please.” Sitting up, you rushed to fix your hair and what little clothing you had on. Forgetting to hang up with him, you left Sammy on the other side of the phone as you bolted downstairs. Padding to the door, you checked the peephole, seeing him from the other side cast in blurriness through the glass. Reaching for the deadbolt, you made quick work of unlocking and opening the door. He glanced at you through dark lashes, leaning up against the brick exterior of the entrance, his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. “Damn, Y/N, the pictures didn’t do you justice. You look sexy, don’t get me wrong–I just wish that t-shirt were mine.” He takes one last lazy puff of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground, stamping the tip into the cement. He moves in front of you, his expression turned smug. “You had no trouble being loud over the phone, what’s got your tongue now, hmm?” He stepped forward, invading your space. The tips of his fingers make their way to your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. “May I?” He asked the question lustfully; his body moved with intention and want, but he couldn’t bring himself to proceed without permission. You nodded lightly, shaking your head. 

“Yes.” 

He stepped forward, his lips connecting  easily with yours; your hips met in a secure embrace, different from the first kiss at the piano gallery. This time, there was no hesitation, no unasked questions; he wrapped his body around yours so naturally that you felt no need to map your steps backward into the house. He guided you inside with ease, shutting and locking the door before returning again. Sammy’s breathing was becoming elevated, the taste and smell of tobacco becoming more pungent on your lips and tongue. 

“It’s an awful addiction, I hope you don’t mind. I wasn’t thinking,” he whispered against your lips, his features pulled in the award-winning smirk you had become well-acquainted with. 

“Well, it’s extremely sexy right now, so I don’t give a shit.” He smiled, falling into you once more. You felt his fingers dig firmly into your sides as he pulled you close. You were unbothered by it; truthfully, there was very little that could have distracted you from the moment. Time stalled as he backed you against one of the empty living room walls. Taking your hands in his, he lifted them both above your head so that you were pinned against the wall. He pressed his body to yours, kissing you deeply before pulling away, using his teeth to bite at your bottom lip. 

“Is this okay?” He asked, his voice low, but attentive against the curve of your ear. 

His hips ground into yours, leaving you acutely aware of his touch. He moved from your lips to trace his along your ears, neck and collarbone. You reflexively tilted your head upward as he moved; releasing soft moans in audible encouragement, you could only think to utter his name. “Sammy, please.” He ravaged you like a house fire, consuming you completely, leaving you burning and helpless–gasping for air. “Please.” You were almost willing to beg him to go further, to touch you the way that you knew that he could. 

“What do you want me to do Y/n?” he said the words in between traveling kisses. You felt the cool metal of his necklace grazing your skin as he moved, igniting goosebumps all over your body. “Use your words and tell me what you want.” Finally, he took a moment to meet your gaze; his eyes were reassuring and steady, yet filled with yearning for you. You found yourself overwhelmed, knowing that he could see your worry and hesitance. You felt the grip on your wrists loosen. Softly, you felt his hands travel down to cradle your chin. 

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice colored with concern. “Am I going too fast? I don’t want to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with.” He gave you a moment to gather your thoughts.

“No, you’re perfect. I’m just nervous about where this could lead.” Car headlights shined through the blinds, painting bright lines on his face as you spoke. The moment brought you out of your head and into the room, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Can we take this somewhere more private?” You asked him. 

“Of course,” he said with a warm smile. Taking his hand, you lead him to the stairs. He squeezed yours with reassurance as you both made the ascent.

***

Despite his reputation, Sam always tried to be respectful to the women he took particular interest in. Even more so now, he was deliberate and thoughtful with his actions; the impending bet he had placed earlier was beginning to weigh on him. Guilt from the bet made him feel dirty; you were no longer just some girl to him. You were quickly becoming someone he would never want to hurt, especially in such a sensitive manner. The seriousness of the situation was finally real to him, leaving his movements slowed, deliberate, and careful. 

You guided Sammy into your bedroom, watching as he silently observed the room. His eyes grazed the unmade bed, leaving him to think aloud. “Damn, I wish I could’ve seen you instead of heard you on the other end of the phone. I bet you looked so sexy laying there moaning my name.” 

Your face flamed as he spoke, but this time you felt like you had the upper hand. You walked to the bed and resumed the position you held before, meeting his eyes with a sly grin.

“Well, you can watch me this time if you want.” You took extra time letting your hands wander about your body before parting your legs and reaching into your underwear. Slowly, you began to rub loose circles around your clit, finding it more swollen and sensitive than before. The crotch of your panties had darkened from wetness, proof of your budding arousal. Sammy couldn’t decide where to look. His eyes scanned back and forth between the expression on your face to the action happening much lower. You watched as he brought a hand to squeeze his cock, now fully erect beneath his sweatpants. 

“Fuck, Y/n, this is torture.” You bit at your lip before responding, 

“Then how should we fix it?” You murmured, reaching with your free hand to knead the softness of your breasts. You could see him growing restless. 

“Please, Y/N. Can I touch you?” You aimed to tease him, finding his eagerness extremely sexy. 

“I don’t know, I’m doing pretty well here by myself.” You intensified your movement, releasing soft moans. You watched through squinted eyes as he continued to stroke his clothed cock. You couldn’t help but notice a small circle of wetness showing through the crotch of his pants. 

“I’m sure I could do it better.” His eyes were glassy as he touched himself. 

“You’re imagining your tongue inside of me, aren’t you? Your eyes don’t lie, Sammy.” Bringing your hand to your mouth, you make a show at licking the tips of your fingers before bringing them back down to your folds. 

“Come here.” 

Soon, his body was hovering over yours, ghosting kisses above your lips and back down your neck. 

“Mm, I like seeing you from this angle. Let me finish what you started, baby girl.” You spread your legs, beckoning him forward to take over. “Hmm, these won’t do.” He wrapped the tips of his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your hips and thighs before tossing them to the floor. “Lift up your arms.” You obeyed his demand, throwing your hands up above your head. In one quick motion, he whipped the t-shirt off of your body, leaving it forgotten at the end of the bed. Silently, he linked his hands around your ankles, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. 

“Getting right to it, are we?” you giggle as he moves you. 

“What can I say, I’m efficient.” He grinned as he moved to kiss you softly before moving lower. Starting at your collarbones, he peppered your skin with hot kisses, traveling lower to your breasts. With his tongue, he drew shapes around each of your erect nipples before taking one in his mouth, suckling and nibbling on the swollen bud. He was intent on making eye contact with you, flitting the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You moaned softly as he advanced, finding yourself shivering with goosebumps despite the warmth of both his touch and the room. “Y/n.” He hummed against your skin, pausing for a moment. 

“Hmm?” you asked, busying your hands at the back of his head, tousling the softness of his hair. 

“You aren’t very quiet–I’ve barely touched you.” Heat rose to your cheeks, but you answered matter-of-factly. 

“Do you want me to be quiet?” You tugged at his hair slightly while asking the question. He shrugged.

“It was merely an observation–as long as you’re moaning my name at the end of it, you can be as loud as you want.” You fell silent, rendered speechless. 

He continued his work, drawing a straight line down your belly with the tip of his tongue, moving lower and lower. “Everything okay?” he asked after a moment, noticing that you’ve gone silent.

“Perfect, Sammy. Keep going.” Your response was heavy with anticipation. He reached to your sides to grab your hands, squeezing them from above his head as he arrived just  above your pussy. 

“So beautiful,” he disconnected his hands from yours, bringing them down to move about your thighs. You adjusted to watch, propping yourself up one your elbows. 

“Like what you see?” you asked, echoing the same words he had asked when he sent you the picture earlier. 

“Very cute, Y/n.” Bringing his head down, he planted languid kisses on the insides of your thighs, actively avoiding your most sensitive areas. 

“Sammy, please.” Placing one last kiss, he brought his head up and asked you, his face painted with feigned innocence. 

“Please what?” He wanted you to tell him exactly what you wanted him to do to you–a task which you had no problem completing. “I want you to eat me out, Sammy. Show me what all the talk is about.” 

Wasting no time, he moved his fingers to your pussy, parting your folds and sinking into you with his tongue. “God, you’re so fucking wet, better than I imagined,” he said after a moment, returning to stroke the flat of his tongue through your folds, testing your sensitivity. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, grabbing handfuls of your sheets. “That feels so fucking good, just like that.” With your encouragement, he continued with more pressure, flitting the tip of his tongue against the swell of your clit. As he worked, he brought his right hand up to roll one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, leaving you to squirm as your brain fought to process the increased stimulation. His other hand was secured to your hip; his fingers dug into your skin–a sensation that would usually be considered uncomfortable, but in this context, it only added more to the heat of the moment. 

“How does that feel, baby?” He asks, breaking from you momentarily. 

“Your tongue feels so fucking good on my clit, Sammy. Don’t stop.” Obeying you, he returned. This time, working with his right hand, he inserted two fingers inside of you, situating them in the perfect angle, stroking your G-spot as he curled them repetitively. His touch was an electric current; no part of you was able to deny his advances as they charged through your body. Your brain was left fizzling like TV static, your thoughts becoming incapacitated by your inescapable need to release. You reached down grasping the waves at the crown of his head. “Sammy, holy fuck!” He hummed against your pussy, the vibrations skidding about your skin in a flurry. 

“That’s it, Y/N. Cum against my tongue and fingers. I know you’re almost there.” His tone is low and husky, coated with lust. 

You arched your back in an effort to throw yourself closer and closer to climax against Sammy’s face. In the next moment, his mouth was flush with your opening once more, lapping at your juices which slickened his face. “You taste so fucking good–so wet. Cum for me, baby.” Moving his free hand from your hips, he brought his fingers against your clit, swiping furiously back and forth. The movement sent you into oblivion, desperately grasping and yanking at his head to pull him away from you as you finally came. You shouted his name through gritted teeth as your back arched in an extreme curve, your head tilted at an awkward angle. Your knees buckled reflexively against his head, opening and closing in desperation. After a few moments, Sammy rose from you with a grin. 

“You are so unbelievably sexy when you lose control, Y/N. I love it when you lose your composure.”

End of Part 3.

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Uesd incorrect-quote-generator and these are my favorites!

Scar: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Grian , are a fucking cactus.

Grian : You've got to act tough, Mumbo ! Show 'em you can't be pushed around! Show 'em they can't mess with you!

Mumbo : Right. Yes. Tough. Got it.

Mumbo , standing up on their stool and slamming their hands down on the bar: I'LL TAKE A CHOCOLATE MILK.

Mumbo : Talk dirty to me~

Scar: The dishes.

Mumbo : Wh-

Scar: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

Scar: Why would you do that?

Mumbo : Because I feel guilty.

Grian : Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

Grian : Met a dumbass today. Awful.

Scar: You looked in a mirror?

Grian : Someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful.

Mumbo : Grian -

Grian : *sighs* Scar used to call me Grian ...

Mumbo : ...Because it's your fucking name.

Scar: Something’s off.

Mumbo : Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

Scar: No, but that’s funny.

Mumbo : Did you buy eggs like I asked?

Grian : Even better!

Mumbo : What the fuck did you-

Grian : *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

Scar: Grian , my old friend!

Grian : I think you tried to kill me at some point.

Scar: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you.

Scar: If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple "thank you" is all I need.

Scar: Not all this "how did you get into my house" business.

Scar: Knock, knock.

Grian : Who's there?

Scar: Boo!

Grian : Boo who?

Scar: Why are you crying?

Grian : I'm not crying.

Scar: Hello notcrying, I'm Scar.

Mumbo : Time freezes for everyone but you one day. What do you do?

Scar: Oh… I’d mildly trouble everyone.

Mumbo : Alright, so what would you do?

Scar: I’d shave a one-inch thick line in every thick beard I saw.

Scar: I’d twist all the lightbulbs just a little bit so no one would know when they aren’t working.

Scar: I’d make every wing on girls eyeliner just a little bit higher than the other one.

Scar: And I’d tie everyone’s shoelaces together.

Scar: And then lastly, I’d snip a little hole in every tea bag.

Mumbo :

Mumbo : Remind me to never allow you to have power.

Scar: You think that’s cringe? Moms around the world wait 9 months just to end up naming their kid Grian .

Grian : Hey, fuck you.

Mumbo : Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an unsuspecting public.

Grian : The whole “childhood wonder” stage just blew right past you, didn’t it?

Scar: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.

Scar: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Grian : What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Scar: Ominous positivity.

Grian : If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

[katyspersonal]

Speaking of "cringe Brador" discourse from yesterday's meme, I am still thinking about how..... easy it is to completely miss the point of Bloodborne characters? Like I was joking about Simon being a total bum too many times when WELL AKTUALY he simply disguises himself like one because that's what Harrowed hunters do. Brador is easy to reduce to an unwashed cringe furry when him wearing a scalp of someone important he mercy-killed and locking himself in a cell piled with corpses of other people that knew too much, refusing to let anyone inside is fucking depressing. Fauxsefka is commonly misinterpreted as evil scientist that just does a little trolling when even Miyazaki himself states her as one of like, two genuinely heroic characters within the setting. Maria is reduced to be just a stabby murderous badass woman that loves stabbing and being mean despite the fact that the hunt broke her (already tender) heart to the point of forsaking it and her weapon and becoming a caretaker for patients, and her being a hunter in Nightmare again is implied to be a punishment. Adella is done dirty as yandere nun when the evidence that her motivation is not jealousy but petty religious fanatic concern that Arianna's "impure" blood will "dirty" the hunter is right here. Etc

I just was wondering why it happens? Like, Bloodborne characters not always have characterization, but those who do have it very direct? From doesn't spare much lore, leaving too much up for interpretation, but when they do - they're RIGHT on the nose. I think the answer is that Bloodborne is fucking depressing so what happens is the need for humour. Like, Adella being extreme sort of blood purist is not as funny as her taking simping too far ggjhfjh And Fauxsefka trying to save humans from risk of beasthood in the only way she knows how is not as funny as her doing a little trolling, and so on. Basically, snapping out from inaccurate (and, frankly, unflattering) portrayals would come from finding sources of humour within other things than these archetypes 🤔 Because, really, Bloodborne is just too depressing, 'being accurate' can only last for so long if alternative sources for memes and laughs aren't found. Basically all three of you who respects me for "being a deep lore diver" - if you want to be like me and take piles of polygons in a videogame seriously, take care of having enough alternative sources in Bloodborne for jokes, ok? Or else you won't survive xd Like, everything points towards the fact that you NEED to laugh in a setting like this

[kaninchen-reblogs]

It kinda sucks but it’s also kinda funny that the whole “identify as an attack helicopter” transphobic joke (if you can call it a joke) is a thing.

Cuz like, sure yeah identify how you want. It’s one of those “they’re so close to getting it” situations. The transphobes who use that “joke” are probably tryna make some kind of statement about how ridiculous some gender identities can be but it’s like… gender is fake lol. Societal gender is just as much of a construct as a helicopter.

And the other thing that sucks is that I feel like that whole “joke” ended up, like…. traumatizing even the weirdest and queerest parts of the community, I guess? Like, I know several trans people who find computers and robots and mechas to be gender. There is a thriving community here on tumblr that loves computers and mechas and other physical constructs and think it’s cool and gender and hot (and the new armored core game coming out definitely helped).

And I know my friends and a good chunk of that community would probably find rotary-wing aircraft to be gender, but they can’t — the shame, the trauma, the avoidance of stereotypes. You can see robots and mechas and find them sexy in a queer trans sort of way, but if you think the same of helicopters, you are cringe, a sinner, a stereotype, a dirty tranny who makes the rest of the community look bad. If that “joke” didn’t exist, I know damn well there’d be posts like “helicopters have cute snouts and have delicate inner workings and are high maintenance and that’s just so valid of them” bouncing around with 100k notes with people of all identities being like “omg yeah same that’s so me lol”

Idk maybe this stopped being a kinda-shitposty observation of the trans robot/mecha community and started being an observation about how stereotypes are harmful not just because they dehumanize the marginalized, but don’t allow those marginalized people to explore their humanity in ways that end up aligning with said stereotype. I mean, god, even just admitting that you’re sexually promiscuous (one of the most baseline stereotypes of queer people) gets you demonized by other queer people and you’ll get bullied to the point of locking up your social media or deactivating it within a week.

So yknow what fuck it, this is a positivity post now for weird stereotypical genderqueers. Have a neon sparkledog fursona OC. Point at random objects and call them “gender”. Have a bajillion microidentities. Feel a kinship with helicopters. The people who do attack helicopter jokes aren’t gonna respect us anyways, so we might as well have fun and be happy.

[lungsandlips]

skinned knees and gapped teeth

"Nobody's seen dad in, fuck... I don't even know how long."

Reed was fighting down nerves as he listened to Silas talk. Planted in a chair across from the couch where his apparent half brother sat. Curled up into himself, looking over his knees on the far end of the same sofa was the kid from the diner - Izzy - who hadn't said a word the entire time he'd been there.

He'd been getting pieces of the puzzle filled in since he'd arrived, Silas' surprise that he existed not really all that great. He said he figured their dad was out there somewhere living a normal, quiet life but that he never expected him to abandon a baby. There was a suggestion that perhaps he didn't even know - that maybe Reed had another parent but since he didn't know any of that information himself it was all open ended. What felt the most strange was that Silas didn't doubt for a second that they were siblings.

"Felix should be here soon and I called Pops but he didn't answer, so I had to leave him a couple text messages. It's probably best he shows up later though."

"I didn't come here to cause anyone problems."

"But you will." Izzy finally spoke up but got cut off before he could continue.

"Isaak!"

The younger man visibly cringed before shooting Silas a dirty look and continuing what he was going to say. "I just mean that all of this is going to have some kind of effect on Dimitri and none of us knows what that will be. It's not really your fault."

"That's your other dad, right?" Reed spoke up, face a little red but understanding that there were circumstances he had no control over. "And his brother."

"They were twins. This is not uncommon in our family."

"Izzy, you are not being helpful."

"No, I know already."

Silas sighed, ready to further explain the situation. "Dimitri always wanted more kids. He tried to do it himself but either he can't or it wasn't meant to be. Probably best he didn't. Our dad really broke his heart. Broke him. They were together for a really long time and dad kind of blindsided him, told him he wasn't in love with him anymore. It totally shattered Dimitri. So anything that has anything to do with my dad is a sore subject for him and you... might just be the sorest subject."

"Oh." Reed said softly. It sounded complicated and heartbreaking and he hated to think showing up here would cause someone pain. But hadn't he been through enough pain having no idea who he was all that time?

It wasn't much longer after that and a little more conversation that Felix arrived, looking concerned. But after Silas quickly explained what was going on he immediately moved to hug Reed who found himself crying before his grandfather had ever let go.

"I had no idea," Felix spoke softly. "I would've taken you in. We all would have." Silas just nodded and Izzy hugged his knees to his chest again. "I am so sorry."

Learning that Felix had no memories for awhile and that he was just coming back to his family weirdly put Reed at ease. He hadn't been found not just because no one knew where to look but because even the ones planted firmly in the human world were not themselves. These people hadn't neglected him because they wanted to but because he was lost and no one knew they were even supposed to be looking.

"How did you pass through a human agency that young and not be found out sooner?" Felix questioned after he'd made them all a cup of tea with Silas' help. "The twins were all over the place. Silas too."

"Not me, I was neglected." Izzy interjected with a hint of humor in his voice that earned a soft laugh from Reed and had his newfound nephew lighting up.

"Me too," Reed piped up which only earned an eyeroll from Silas.

"My god there's two of them."

"I'm assuming you mean the physical characteristics you all share."

"Yes," Felix spoke up to keep both Izzy and Silas silent.

"I don't have them," he supplied quietly. "They took them from me."

Izzy went to open his mouth only to get a sharp look from his dad. He thought for a moment but just shook his head and said it anyway. "You win."

This caused Reed to actually laugh. As heavy as that story was Izzy talking to him like that was just light enough that it was keeping him from losing his absolute shit over even being here.

In the midst of their laughter the door opened and another man entered. Everyone looked up at once, earning a confused look from Dimitri. "... I got your text message?"

All at once Reed witnessed everyone stand, save himself and Izzy, and rush Dimitri toward another room. He still looked confused. The two left behind sat in awkward silence while hushed whispers came from where everyone else had disappeared to.

"I saw you at the diner," Izzy spoke to fill the silence. "I was working and got busy and then when I came back both you and Finn were gone."

"Finn's a friend." Reed chose not to explain how he'd gotten close to Finn, how comfortable he'd become in his presence. This wasn't the time or place for it. "A new friend. He helped me find all of you. But, to be fair, at the diner - he thought I was going to hit on you and was just trying to look out for you."

"Gross." "Mega gross."

When the others returned Felix had a hand clamped on Dimitri's shoulder and the newest of their group looked a bit panicked. He was clearly trying to hold it in and Reed felt terrible.

"I hope my boys were making you feel comfortable." Dimitri addressed Reed. He was just as nice as Belladonna said he would be, even in his discomfort.

"Everyone except Izzy," Reed responded in hopes to keep this as light as possible.

"He's not wrong." Izzy added with a grin, picking up on what Reed was trying to do.

"I really didn't mean to come here and cause anyone problems," Reed spoke again but it was Dimitri who shut him down this time.

"You're not him. So you haven't caused any problems." It was incredibly clear that Dimitri was trying his hardest and Reed knew this wouldn't be the last conversation he had with the man - his uncle - about the subject. "Silas, order a couple pizzas. I think we all just need to hang out here and talk for awhile."

"Are you sure? I can go... I really just wanted to meet you all at least once."

"We insist." Felix added. "You're one of us, kid. And it's time you got to be who you're meant to be."

[madamechrissy]

Take Me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is 28-29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. Fingering, cumming, dirty talk, teasing this chap

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 8k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name.

Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right?

That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right?

Lawyer AU (If you wanna be tagged in updates let me know 💓)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The next morning you are sitting in the large courtroom, with its muted gray walls and long wooden benches, polished and reflecting the light above you. You are sitting at the front of the room, where the defense bench was, right next to Satoru Gojo, your notebook and pen ready to take notes.

Satoru looked fucking gorgeous, as always, but even more professional, in a black suit with a skinny tie, his white hair was slicked back just so, and his watch on his wrist was some fancy fucking silver thing that glinted bright. He peeked at it then, jotting more notes down himself, then looking over at you, giving you a little smile.

“You nervous, Miss Brat?” He murmurs, you flush at the use of that name in something like a courtroom, fidgeting a little with your pen, clicking it relentlessly, he smirks at the movement.

“A little? Honestly…” You whisper, looking around, to the Prosecution table, which had two very cutthroat lawyers sitting there, along with the lady’s family, you feel a twinge sitting close to the accused young man.

He was very, very young, eighteen years old, he sat next to his dad, one of the state Reps, both ooze old money. Satoru oozed money, sure, but these two? It was different. They seemed very quiet and worried, and were very polite, but to think you may be sitting next to a murderer…

“This is how it will go, baby girl.” He says softly, bringing your attention back to his light blue eyes.

“Don’t say stuff like that…” You trail off, and he gently rests his hand on your thigh under the table. No one could see it, and he wasn’t pushing it, but it felt so fucking… 

Good.

Fuck.

“You just pay attention, remember you’re here to observe and take notes only, let daddy work his magic.” He says with a grin, and you snort a bit, rolling your eyes at him, making him glare. “Something funny, brat?”

“Who refers to themself as Daddy?” You whisper, he grins again.

“Me, Daddy Gojo, baby.” He wiggles his brows and you cover your laugh with a hand, trying not to be inappropriate.

“All rise, for the Honorable Miss Takeuchi!” The bailiff announced, everyone in the room stood up, even Satoru, his hand sliding away from your thigh as he stands up, you do as well, until everyone is seated again.

You watch Satoru grow more serious, less playful, as he focuses intently, the judge was a stern looking woman with a sleek bun pulled tight, making her sharp features stand out more. She comes to sit on the large seat, slamming the gavel down on the table.

“Court is in session.” She says, commanding, and the prosecution begins then, one of the two lawyers standing up, making their opening statements.

“Your honor, this… monster here, has destroyed a family’s life. Even if it was a mere prostitute-” You cringe at that. “She was still a human being. It’s well known that Mr. Elrod’s son is a public nuisance. Drinking, partying, gallivanting around, and no consequences. Now, we certainly will make sure you see who this family really is.” The lawyer looks to the jury, a group of sixteen people.

"Watch the jury's faces. That's where the real battle is." His breath was warm and tickled the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine, as he leans in to whisper.

“Got it.” You say softly with a nod.

“Now, the defense may make their opening statement.” Judge Takeuichi declares, and Satoru stood, unbuttoning his jacket casually, revealing the crisp white dress shirt underneath as he approached the podium.

Even his damn dress shoes were fucking gleaming, his posture was relaxed yet commanding, and every eye in the fucking room is on him. He smiles up at the judge, and even her, this stern woman, smiles a bit back at him for just a moment, before clearing her throat.

“Mr. Gojo, please commence.” She says, a little softer somehow.

“Thank you so much, truly, your reputation precedes you.” He says with a wink, and you smirk a bit. Fucking Gojo. “So… dear jury. Thank you all, for taking time out of your lives, first off. Second off, I promise, by the end of this, you’ll see that this young man is innocent.”

“Objection your Honor!”

“It’s my opening statement, your Honor.” Satoru counters, with a little pout, how did he look like some cute little boy then? The fuck.

“Overruled. Continue, Mr Gojo.”

Gojo grins. “Thank you, your honor.” He gives her a little half bow, then continues on. “Accused of killing someone? So what if he drinks, parties, what the fuck does that matter, excuse my vulgar language.”

“No worries, Mr. Gojo, please continue.” The judge damn near is swooning, at this point this is better than anything you have seen in your life, you lean forward, eagerly, jotting down notes that ended up being doodles of Gojo.

Damn it.

“Being a bit of a bad boy…” He stops, brushing a hand through his hair and damn near posing, you hear gasps behind you and see several girls swooning. “Well, it doesn’t mean you’re a bad guy. Make sense?”

The jury is nodding eagerly.

“Objection!”

“Overruled.”

Gojo puts his hands together, bowing just a bit, gratefully to the judge then, and continues with his statement. You look next to you for a moment, at the accused young man who looked small and lost in his expensive suit, his eyes just a little hopeful then. His father, the state rep, sat rigidly beside him, his jaw clenched, his eyes never leaving his son.

Satoru finishes, and then comes back to sit next to you, so casual, like he didn’t just own the whole courtroom, giving you a little half turn of his pretty lips, lips so glossy and full it wasn’t fair. His long white lashes lower just as he peers at your notebook, then he’s full on fucking grinning.

Shit!

You look down in horror, since you had literally drawn a super rough little sketch of Gojo, he looked like a little chibi character, a la Hello Kitty. You even gave him a whole tail and had hearts. How did you do that, you wonder, it was like some school girl possessed you.

“I’m… sorry…” You manage, as the defense asks for the first witness, but Satoru snatches the notebook up.

“I kinda love it. Can I keep it?” You are bright red, covering your face.

“Oh please don’t… I’ll be more professional, promise.”

“It’s cute.” He says softly, but he hands it back to you, focusing on the matter at hand, listening to the Prosecution as they call up their witness.

“You’re amazing. Ugh.” He pops a candy in his mouth from the tray, a little lifesaver it looks like, handing you one too, discreetly, like it was some secret. You feel your heart flutter. Why is he so cute?

“Of course I’m amazing. Take one, keep you focused.” He puts it in your palm, and you pop it in your mouth, sucking on it, humming a bit.

“It’s yummy thank you, Professor Gojo.” You say, he just inclines his head, biting hard on the candy with a crack. How were his teeth so perfect when he did that?

How was Satoru so perfect?

What had even interested him in you that night, you wonder… but then, you stop wondering, because the last thing you need to be is soaking wet in court, you needed to focus. As you suck on the candy, it does help a bit you realize, the sugar necessary for you to calm down the jitters.

“Holy… it works.” You muse, and he just grins, pretty white teeth glinting with those damn fangs.

Soon, it’s time for Gojo to question the prosecution’s witness, and things grow tense, as the prosecution was surely well aware of Gojo’s reputation. He was one of the best cross examiners there was, hands down. You’d watched countless hours of him, you’d never admit it though, but something about seeing it in person is just different, you realize.

Gojo casually decimates everything the witness said, finding hole after hole in their story, until they’re stuttering. It’s brutal how he goes about it, as he casually struts back and forth, hands in his pockets, long legs walking about the courtroom, possessing it, while stressing the prosecution the fuck out to say the least. They were bright red, yelling objection so often it was insane.

Soon, it was time for Gojo’s witness.

"Your honor, if it pleases the court, I'd like to call Miss Haruka Itsuki to the stand," Satoru Gojo announced, his deep voice resonating through the hushed courtroom.

The bailiff nodded curtly and called out. "Miss Itsuki, would you please approach the stand."

As the young woman made her way through the little gate of the courtroom, the tension grew. You watch from your seat, right next to Gojo’s, which still boggles your mind, entranced as he peers at you for a moment, with those bright eyes and that smirk, it was just like he was Gojo… just in lawyer mode? And it was amazing.

The woman looked nervously around, her eyes fell on you for a brief moment, then to Gojo, and you saw a spark of trust in them. Haruka was a key witness for the defense, and her testimony could either make or break the case. You watched as she took the oath, her trembling hand resting on the worn leather-bound bible.

Gojo approached the stand and leaned in, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "Miss Itsuki, how are you?”

The courtroom giggles. Satoru is known for being a little different with how he approaches things. She flushes, fiddling with her hands. “I’ve been better, Sir.”

“I’ll try to get to the point, okay?” She nods, gratefully, and you hear the care and softness in Satoru’s voice, it surprises you a bit. “Can you tell us what you saw the night of the incident?"

Hesitant at first, Haruka began to recount the events of that evening. Her voice grew stronger with each sentence, her story a stark contrast to the prosecution's narrative, much to Gojo’s obvious pleasure. His smirk was seen clear across the room, and you peek around to notice the fan club he’s accrued, the women in the seats that hang on his every word, ones that gathered in the morning when you all walked in.

Is Gojo even hotter like this?

As if you needed it to be more of a desire…

Satoru catches your attention as he comes back to the little brown bench you sit at, picking up a big binder and winking down at you. You flush, biting your lip, his bright blue eyes fucking dart to it for a moment. Then he pulls himself together and slinks back over like a damn cat.

“So could you please give me a general run down of the night? I know it’s scary…” He takes a tissue box, handing it to her. The fan club is beyond swooning now, you hear them behind you. She dabs her eyes, nodding.

"I was walking home from the library," Haruka began, her voice clear and steady, "when I saw the accused and the victim arguing. They didn't notice me at first, but then..." She paused, swallowing hard. "They did, and the woman ran off, the accused was just standing there, looking confused.”

“So, not violent at all?”

“Objection, hearsay!”

“Sustained, please reword that Mr. Gojo.”

Gojo nods. “Did it appear as if he were violent to you?”

“No. It didn’t.”

“Could you continue if you’re ready?”

"He tried to calm her down, but the victim just kept walking…" She said, her eyes never leaving Gojo's. "Then, suddenly, someone else came out of the alley. A man in a hoodie. He had a knife." The room collectively gasped as she described the violent struggle that ensued.

As the final piece of her account fell into place, Gojo stepped back, his hands folded behind his back. "Thank you, Miss Itsuki. No further questions."

The prosecutor rose, his face flushed with a mix of anger and disbelief. “Objection!” Gojo rolls his eyes.

“To what? The truth? My questioning is over. Your turn, buddy.” He blows him a kiss, and then all hell breaks loose, with the judge banging her gavel.

“Your honor! May we approach the bench?” The calmer lawyer asks, and they all go up, and you watch as Gojo’s annoyance grows, and their panic sets in. Soon, Gojo is back, sitting next to you, and they cross examine her.

The cross-examination was brutal, a verbal dance of accusations and denials. But Haruka held firm, her story unwavering, and Gojo is looking over at the prosecution.

You watched the jury members exchange glances, their expressions morphing from skepticism to doubt. The accused's family leaned in, hopeful as they talked to Satoru, thanking him.

“Don’t thank me yet. But, I’ll win, don’t worry. I always win.” He says, utterly condescending and cocky, loud enough for the fans. He turns to them, brushing his hair back and winking, and they all lose it.

“Ladies, you’ll have to leave if you can’t calm down.” The judge admonishes, and they instantly quiet.

“Satoru, you’re like famous?” You say softly, he laughs a bit, as if you weren’t at a fucking murder trial. Like this is another day.

“I know. I don’t take many cases anymore, not with teaching, just some high profile ones.” You tilt your head curiously at that, but then your attention was brought back to court.

The courtroom clock ticked away the minutes, the hours, and it became a little uncomfortable, warm, fucking tense. The air was tense, charged with the anticipation of a verdict that could hinge on the words of a single witness. You notice everyone is tired, uncomfortable…

Prosecution brings out another witness, and you study carefully, curious about the things he is saying, it’s as if he seems to be following someone’s script almost. You nervously click that pen, wondering if you should suggest something to Satoru, but you don’t want to overstep.

“Let’s adjourn for recess,” Comes the voice of the judge now. “We will meet back in an hour and a half. Get some food, and ladies, maybe get some air.” She teases the girls, and then when Gojo stands he helps you up, earning you the ire of them.

“Don’t, they’ll kill me.” You whisper, he just whistles a bit, grabbing his things, and nodding his head.

“Let’s go grab something to eat, hmm?” You nod, feeling your tummy growling quietly. You follow him through the aisles, and giggle into your hand as he waves at his fans as he walks by.

“Can we get a picture of you!” A few girls ask, and he comes and takes selfies with them, throwing up the peace sign. You just watch on in amusement, as everyone walks by you all now.

“Is this your girlfriend, Mr. Gojo!” A particular girl asks. You flush. He just throws his head back in laughter.

“Nah, she wishes.” He winks, you glare.

“Don’t we all!”

“Let’s go.” You shove past him, walking through the throngs of people, as you all step out of the room, taking a breath and leaning on the wall when you get far enough away.

Girlfriend.

You were a student.

You were just…

A one night stand.

“Everything all right? Too intense?” Satoru’s voice shakes you out of your reverie then, you sigh, nodding with a little smile. He leans on the wall next to you, casually, popping down his briefcase and crossing his arms.

“I’m fine, promise. It is a little… insane I guess. I’ve never been so close to something like that.” You don’t mention the fact that there was a stupid thrill in thinking of being his girlfriend. A stupid thrill.

You couldn’t stand him right?

“What do you wanna eat? My treat.” You look hungrily at him, and you hate it, hate what would be on the tip of your tongue if you weren’t…

“Anything is good with me. Sushi?”

“I know the perfect place, just across the street. Come on.” He hitches his head, and you follow him to his car, he holds the door open which he seems to do, something that surprises you.

Gojo surprises you.

He slides in, and you both seatbelt, he casually throws his arm over the back of your seat as he looks in the rearview to back up, far too fucking close. You tense a bit just at that, and being alone with him in this car, remembering the last time… when he’d had his hand up your skirt.

You shift your thighs, then tense when you notice his eyes dart to the motion, nothing got past him. “Aching, Miss Brat?” He purrs the words in that deep voice, as you all sit at the light.

“Nope, not at all.”

“Such a bad liar. Work on that.”

“Don’t start, Professor Dickhead.” You huff, crossing your arms, and he just smirks over at you.

“Did you not remember to masturbate last night? I told you to.”

“I did.”

Fuck.

The car is insanely tense now, his eyes wide on your face, which is bright red, your eyes catch his, and then a honk happens, and you realize Gojo is just sitting at a green light now. He sighs, shaking himself out of it, and zipping through the traffic, weaving in and out, hands tense.

“How do you?” He murmurs, as you all come to park at the restaurant, you tremble then, when he unsnaps your seatbelt, looking at you with that lustful, sexy fucking gaze.

“How do I, what?” Your voice squeaks, pathetic you muse.

Gojo leans forward a bit, brushing your hair behind your ear, doing wild things to your psyche. “How do you get off, Miss Brat?”

That whisper fucks you mentally, and you shift again, cunt throbbing from just his mere words, from that clean scent of him in his tiny sports car, mixing with the leather of his fancy damn seats. Impeccable damn seats, and you’re like to just fucking soak them if you move wrong, forcing you to press your thighs together, and he sure fucking notices that too.

“Too nervous to tell me?” He’s murmuring the words, way too close now, and you struggle to hold your composure.

“It’s none of your business, is all.” You say haughty, but you shiver as his breath is hot against your ear now.

“You’re not hitting it good enough, you’re so fucking ready I smell how turned on you are.” You gasp then, lips parted, as his hand’s back on your thigh, fucking burning you.

“Smell what?!”

“It smells good as fuck… I remember it. Vividly.” You moan then, hating what he’s doing to you.

“There’s no way. I keep it very fucking squeaky, Professor Gojo.”

He laughs at that, nipping your earlobe with sharp teeth. “You sure do, but I just can tell. It's intoxicating.”

“Whatever, so full of shit. And I just… used my fingers, mmkay? It’s no mystery to solve.” He moans a bit in your ear, and you wonder, how does he sound when he is cumming?

Ugh.

“Fingers inside or on the clit?” He’s trailing light fingers up and down your thigh, right above your knee, thank god, you’re soaking another pair of panties. You just look at him as he pulls away a bit, lost in his gaze.

“I tried inside but… it sucked.” You look away, and he laughs a bit then. “What is so funny?”

“They’re so tiny.” He picks up one of your hands then, and you see it next to his, his long fingers positively dwarfing your little ones. Your hand is swallowed in his grip, his big hand wrapping around it now. “Of course they don’t hit like mine. I’d argue not many men have hmm?��

“I haven’t been with…” You trail off, eyes wide then, freaking the fuck out, and he looks at you with confusion.

“Haven’t been with many men?” He finishes and you don’t even answer, how can you answer? That you’d not gotten off with either of the two guys you'd fucked, you hadn’t even liked sex.

What did it say about you?

You’d had chances to do more than two damn times, but you preferred to study, to read silly little books, alone, fuck you barely hung out with your only friends. It wasn’t like you hadn’t gone on dates, you had, but you never went on second dates really. And if you did, you definitely didn’t do third ones. Because you couldn’t fit them into your life, they couldn’t understand you’re just a fucking nerd honestly.

A law nerd.

“Cat got your tongue, Miss Brat?” Gojo again has interrupted your internal monologue, it’s something he’s very good at. Your eyes meet his stupidly pretty face, and you sigh.

“I guess you could say that.” Is all you manage, and his lawyer-like gaze hits hard now, then his brows raise.

“Oh fuck… you…”

“Shut it.” You glare at him.

“You’re a virgin are you fucking kidding?” He seems more upset about the thought than you, you just look away, feeling trapped now in this fancy damn car.

“No, not a virgin. Relax. Just… only a couple….” 

“Only a couple of times?” You just nod. “A couple means two, you know that yeah?”

“Like two times. Yeah. Freshman year so its been a while.”

Gojo just blinks. “Are these young college guys that shit at it?”

You snort at that. “It was uncomfortable. I just didn't really like it.”

“You’re really small so yeah it would hurt if you weren’t ready.”

“It didn't hurt, it just felt off when i fucked. I can't explain it.”

His eyes narrow. “Like off how?”

“Didn't feel right. I wondered if something was wrong with me? Like they tried I think? And… no.”

“So you have done some things, then yeah? I wasn’t your first…” You refuse to look at him, and it gets oddly quiet in the car now. You look down at your thighs, and feel his tension, as if it’s your own. “Really?!”

“Don’t worry about it, please, it’s not like it…”

“Meant something?” You blink back stupid emotion, shaking your head. “So it was just physical? Like you just… wanted to get off with someone?”

“No.” You can’t all out lie, unfortunately, you’re shit at it. You hear him sigh next to you now. “I never was very curious before. I just… studied a lot? And didn’t care to try again. Until you."

“Why do it so randomly though?”

You laugh a bit, harshly, looking at him again. “Are you judging me, Satoru? It was your idea that night.”

“Yeah but like…” He runs his hand through his hair, and you watch as his brows draw low together, and he damn near glares at you. “Like if I knew you had damn near no experience…”

You pause, and your breath catches. “Fuck, you regret it?” Your voice is hoarse, and you feel the tears coming now, as you hug yourself. He curses, softly, taking your arms down, but you lean away now.

“Fuck no. I loved pleasing you.” His grip on your wrists tighten, and you feel too many emotions at once overflowing. “But like, if I knew I wouldn’t have just sprung that the fuck on you?”

You look up at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”

He curses, looking down at your lips, which you nervously lick. “Like I would have maybe just kissed you, asked you out, I-”

“Asked me out?” You whisper, and he sighs again, running a hand through his perfect hair.

“Well I was going to after before I lost sight of you... But I’d have done that first, like gone on dates… not just drank you up on a bathroom door. Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck.” You whisper back, then you put one of your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, speeding up under your palm. “I'm not a virgin please relax.”

“Close enough. I wasn’t your first orgasm right?”

“I cum on my own just fine.” You’re bright red now.

“I’m the first… orgasm someone else gave you?” You nod, a bit jerky, and he leans his head back in the car, covering his face.

“Is it that weird?”

“Yes it’s weird! It’s really weird.” You feel tears fall now and he curses, waving his hands. “No, no, it's not bad. Shit… Weird, not bad.”

“It’s embarrassing as fuck, and…. I don’t want anyone to know, I thought like I couldn't get off unless I masturbated? I don't know.”

“Not your fault, they just were trash.” You exhale, realizing how sweet he was, deep in there, under the layers of cockiness.

“You did really fucking good at it.” You whisper, looking down, burning with embarrassment, and he gently takes your shoulders, lightly brushing his hands down them. “It was a lot of fun for me, okay?”

“Yeah… I could tell that.” He smirks when you smack at him, shoving his shoulder a bit, then your hand just stops, resting there, and you look at his chest, so broad in the suit… “So I’m so attractive I make virgins go wild?”

“Shut up! Not a virgin. Just picky now.” You giggle though, and he does too, and it feels oddly comfortable, despite the ridiculous conversation.

“Oh… tips on masturbation…”

“Really, still?”

“I don’t wanna make you feel awkward being a virgin, so I will just shit talk you the same way.”

“You’re so generous, Satoru.”

“I know right? Wait… you’re being sarcastic!” You giggle again, and he just pouts at you now, with those puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t need tips. Maybe I’ll… I don’t know, go play again now that I know I can. Who knows.” You outright lie now, and earn his scowl, looking you up and down.

“No, you won’t.” He says, so self assured, your mouth drops open. “You’re not the type, at least, not unless it’s me.”

“Whatever, what would it matter? We can’t…”

“Yeah, I fucking know. But that doesn’t mean you can go fuck with someone else…”

“What?”

“Yeah, fuck that.”

You blink a bit, laughing more, and he’s really mad at you now. “You can’t tell me what to do!”

“You’re a whole fucking brat. You know that? And full of shit, because I know the only action you’re getting is getting off to the thought of me.”

Your eyes narrow. “Fuck you, Professor Dickhead.”

“You’d like to. Hmm… am I who you’ve been saving it for?” He grins even more deviously.

“I literally have fucked twice! That's not… nothing!”

“I've fucked eight times in one day casually.” You pause, inhaling, images flooding through you.

“What?! How… anatomically?”

He's fucking grinning now, as your head whirls. “Need a demonstration?”

“God!” You open the door, needing to get out of the confined little fucking car, you couldn’t breathe.

He is the only man you want… 

“Can we go eat? I'm so hungry!” He sighs, getting out of the car as well, then he’s right next to you, too close.

“Yeah, come on.” You two walk into the restaurant together, his hand at the small of your back, a gentle pressure, and your heart is racing, thundering in your chest, you notice how sleek and pretty the restaurant is.

“Mr. Gojo!” The hostess comes running, and so do a couple waitresses, and they all eagerly talk to him as you all get seated.

You struggle to cool down after you all eat, nibbling on yummy sushi, Gojo gets a fuck ton of food, and keeps shoving different things in your mouth. It oddly feels like a whole date, but it’s not, right? And would you want that?

***

“You’re quiet.” Gojo muses later on, when you all are back in the courthouse, there are still about twenty minutes before you all can go back in. You two are sitting in the little room Satoru has to go over his case, and you’re mulling over something you’d thought of earlier. “Still thinking of fucking me?”

“Oh god, Satoru.” You roll your eyes. “No, actually, it was something about that witness they brought in… it really gave me an idea. Is it okay to share? I know I’m not supposed to-”

“Nah, go for it.” He leans back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk and entwining his hands on his chest, looking far too good. You shift a bit in your seat, and hate that damn smirk when he notices.

“God, stop analyzing me all the time! Please…” You look down, cheeks bright pink, as they always were around him.

“Nah, it’s just what I do. Study people. Now, focus, and tell me what you’re thinking about it, I’m curious now.”

“Okay… Well, listen, the last witness went on about how they saw that person Haruka is accusing of having a knife on the phone, and that she was seeing shit, right?” He nods, steepling his fingers and looking at you intently. “Where are the phone records?”

Gojo sits up and tosses over a binder. “Right there, and they did make a call right before that time…”

“Yes but what about the time in between?”

“Hmm?”

“Like…” You sit on his desk, crossing your legs and scanning through the records of each message and call. “Look… it’s a ten second call. Then nothing?”

“What?” You nod, showing him, leaning forward.

“Something’s deleted, I could bet on it.”

“Bets don’t fly baby girl. We could get a warrant for their records, but I’d have to call and get one, they’re not a suspect yet, just a person of interest.” He sits up a bit, and you lean further.

You bite your lip, thinking hard. “What if we subpoena the phone records from the service provider? We could argue that we need them to corroborate the witness’s statement about the accused’s whereabouts during the call. If we can show that there was and then a suspicious deletion, it’s a strong argument for relevance.”

Gojo nods, his gaze sharp and focused. “It’s a risk, but it’s a good one. And if we play it right, we might just get what we need… it’s actually super fucking smart.”

You can’t help but beam at the compliment. “You really think so?”

“Fuck yes it is… let me see what I can do.”

He pulls out his cell phone then, and starts making calls, his voice sharp and commanding as he speaks to whoever is on the other end, different from the ease in which he talks to you. You can’t help but feel a mix of pride and anxiety. This is real, and you’re in the thick of it. You’ve never felt so alive, so important.

The possibility of uncovering the truth is tantalizing, and you want it so badly you can almost taste it…

As the time for the court to resume nears ever closer, Gojo hangs up the phone with a smirk. “Looks like we’re getting a warrant. We’re going to nail this fucker to the wall. Are you ready for this Miss Brat?”

You nod, feeling a determination you’ve never felt before. The air between you is charged with excitement and anticipation. You stand up, smoothing out your skirt, and he offers you his hand, and suddenly you all are too close, alone in that little room, and your adrenaline is running through your fucking veins, and you can see it clearly is for him too.

“It’s a fucking thrill, huh?” He whispers, his pretty blue eyes are just glittering with excitement, and you grin, nodding, hands gently gripping his strong forearms.

“It really is, fuck. I can’t believe I might actually help you?” He pulls you closer, damn near in a hug, and you realize how bad you yearn for it, for his touch, for an embrace… fuck, for one more damn kiss.

“We can’t say you helped officially, but I think I can talk to Dean Yaga and get you continued on this case, it’s not just gonna be one day you know. What ya think?” You nod, fucking thrilled at the idea.

“You think so, Satoru?”

“I do. You’re such a brilliant, bratty little thing. But I kinda already fucking knew that.” You flush under his praise, it felt so good, so well earned. When he cups your cheek so gently, you moan softly, then bite your lip hard, stopping it.

“Thank you, Satoru, really. That means a lot.” You both stand there, and then the five minute alarm goes off on both of your phones, you reach down to swipe yours off but he stops you then, grabbing your shoulders in a tight grip. “What is it?”

“Five minutes… think I could make you cum?” His eyes have gone fucking insane, you blink rapidly, lips parting.

“Wh-what!?” Your voice squeaks, and he just grins now, looking completely psycho.

And hot as fuck.

“Remember we had twenty minutes? Well… it didn’t take that long. Not for that needy little cunt of yours.” He reaches down, cupping you, pressing your skirt fabric against your throbbing pussy. You gasp, then your head falls back, and you unwillingly grind on his hand.

“Fuck what’s wrong with me?” You whisper out loud, thinking it was in your head, he laughs softly, pressing you against the door. “We can’t!”

“Just a little orgasm, baby girl. Now we have four minutes…” He slides your skirt up, finding you with his fingers, rubbing on your dripping wet panties. You shove a hand on your mouth to muffle the cry of pleasure. “Do you think I can do it?”

“You’re fucking crazy, Satoru… ugh…” Your eyes shoot up to his, locking, intense as fuck.

“You want it?” He murmurs softly, sliding down the waistband of your panties now, finding you with his long fingers, sliding up and down your slit. You shiver, clinging to his jacket tightly.

“You know I do, jerk. But we… ah!” You bury your head against his chest when he slides a finger in, so deep, you’re already pulsing around him.

“You’re soaked, baby girl. Don't you deserve some good treatment after that master fucking idea?”

“Mnh… why do you… wanna get me off? Not… you…”

“I wanna see that look in those fucking eyes again.” His voice is husky, and you fall back against the wall he's pressed you against. “Let me use my fingers at least. That's all. Yes or no?”

You just arch a leg up, wrapping it around his hip, giving the smallest little nod as your answer, and he moans, pressing deeper, sliding two fingers up inside your walls, massaging that spot he hits, the one that has you dizzy, makes your mind fuzzy. He watches you, his other hand holding your thigh up, gripping it tight so that your thigh squishes in his hold

“Satoru…” You moan his name, so quiet, biting your lip hard as you hang on to his shoulders, as he angles his arm to press up deeper.

“Shh, baby girl. Can’t get caught.” You nod, swallowing all your moans, hips arching up for more. “Good girl.”

“Fuck…” It comes out a breathy little sigh, as he’s pumping his long, thick fingers deep inside your aching cunt now, so deep, that you feel that pressure build in your tummy, feel your walls clenching his fingers, as he fucking stares at you. With those goddamn eyes.

“You’re so stupid tight.” He whispers, spreading your wetness around your clit now, rubbing it for just a moment, making your hips jerk, then he’s back fucking you with them again. “So fucking wet…”

“Mmnh… please…” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, but he seems to know, when he’s got you sitting against the desk now, and he leans down and fucking spreads you wide, spitting on your cunt. You gasp at it, at how lewd it sounds and looks, as he grins, spreading his saliva all over your puffy clit now. “Ah!”

“Pretty, perfect little cunt.” He muses, flicking two of his fingers up to your G spot, while the other hand uses a thumb to circle your clit, surrounded with his spit and your desire, and you’re starting to fall the fuck apart, hands clutching the edge of the desk for dear life, knuckles white.

“Close… close…” You cry out the words, covering your mouth when he flicks faster, working hands in perfect sync, muffling your screams, and he’s just watching you, watching your face, working your hole and your clit perfectly.

“Cum for me, pretty.” He orders silkenly, leaning closer, looming over you so fucking tall. “Now.”

You literally obey, there’s no other word for it, as you feel yourself gushing cum all over his hands, hot and sticky, and he’s moaning himself, just watching as you fall apart at his touch. You jerk and then tremble as you scream your orgasm into your hands, as you lean your head back, hips lifting off the desk with the force of it, and then you’re soaking everything.

“Oh my god…” He whispers, easing out of your little cunt, but stroking your sensitive slit, between your lips, you cry out, tears pricking your eyes, feeling how slippery you are.

“S-Satoru! Mmm! Stop, I’ll cum again. Please.” He laughs a bit, softly, looking down at your glistening pussy, dripping out wetness. “It’s so messy, stop.”

“Fuck yes it’s messy… and it’s sexy as fuck.” He whispers, as if in amazement, pulling his hand back to reveal your sticky cum, oozing off his fingers. “You’re a whole goddamn waterfall.”

“Shush… it sucks!” You hiss, struggling to breathe, but he shakes his head at you, flicking your clit one more time, before licking you off his fingers, making you damn near cum again.

“Is this just for me?” He asks softly, and you hear it, the cockiness, but also a vulnerability. You just nod, looking down.

“Yeah, it doesn’t happen like that… alone. And never with… I mean I…” The phones go off again, and you tense, he stops you before you jump up, your eyes lock.

“Feel better, Miss Brat?” You sigh, nodding.

“What’s this mean?” You ask softly, he pauses, easing your skirt down now, and you realize, you all haven’t kissed, and you ache for it now, as he leans forward, fixing up your hair that had come loose.

“It means I got my new star pupil off. Probably some kind of academic blasphemy, but…” Someone knocks then. Gojo sighs, helping you down on wobbly knees, smirking at you. “Don’t walk like a deer now, we have work.”

“Ugh… give me a minute. Fuck I’m…” You’re soaked, and Gojo looks around, then goes to the bathroom, coming back with wipes in a little pack, you go to grab it but he cleans you up, quick. You’re mortified. “I’m so sorry…”

“For being Niagra Falls?” You giggle at that. “Don’t apologize for that, maybe apologize to my stupidly hard dick.”

You peer down, mind going wild.

What did Satoru Gojo look like naked? His body felt so strong, you could only imagine that body, those muscles… and his cock? You’d felt it against you, but how thick… how long…

“Stop staring at it, making it worse, brat.” He huffs, and you feel even more embarrassed, like were you some fiend? Fucking hell.

“Sorry, Satoru… let’s go?”

“Hmm, don’t I get a thank you?” He raises a brow, and you sigh, rolling your eyes as he taps his cheek. “Plant one on me.”

You lean up, kissing one of his stupidly high cheekbones, then he turns, and your lips brush, you fucking gasp, and he exhales, grabbing you, yanking you against him, lips pressing on yours. You grip his hair, moaning into his mouth, and you’re all over each other, it’s just like that goddamn night, something just tingles, burns through your lips, through your body.

“Fuck, let’s go. Now. Shit.” He whispers, yanking back. You nod.

“Yes, yes, let’s go. Now.” You gulp, as you two hurry to the door, hands both on each others, you’re both just staring at each other, the energy in the room damn near unbearable.

What the fuck was that?

What is this?

You all manage to make it in time, and the trial goes on for a few more hours, and with each passing moment, you can feel the jury leaning more and more towards Gojo's argument. His confidence is infectious, and you can't help but be drawn in by it, just the same as everyone in the room.

“We have to wait till tomorrow for the phone deletion records.” Gojo murmurs over to you, hand on your thigh again, discreet but it feels so wrong… so deliciously fucking wrong.

“And I’ll come tomorrow?” You ask, softly, as the Prosecution wraps up for the day, Gojo grins at you.

“If you’re a good girl.” He cooes, and you roll your eyes, sighing.

“Court is adjourned for the day, we will all meet tomorrow. Get some rest, everyone.” The judge gets up, as do all of you, standing and watching her walk out, and soon you all are gathering your things, and Satoru talks to the Representative and his son, as well as his team. You wait patiently, and then you all head out.

It’s night time already, the sky is all pinks and purples, the sun has set below the horizon now, and there’s a little bit of a chill with the breeze. Satoru notices you shivering, and frowns, taking off his jacket, slinging it around your arms as you all stand on the steps of the outside of the courthouse.

“Satoru, I’m fine, you parked close.” You say, but you snuggle into the jacket, inhaling his scent, and he just shakes his head, hands in his pockets as he walks his lanky self down the steps.

“No worries, cold doesn’t bother me. Oooh, I’m like Elsa!” He shouts, spreading his arms wide and running down the steps. You burst out laughing, clutching your notebooks tightly, slowly following him. He turns and grins at you, eyes lit up like some little kid.

“How many times have you ‘Rocky’ ran up these?” You tease, as the steps were steep and long. He laughs with you.

“God, so many times!” He takes you by the shoulders, and you tense just a bit. “No one is around, Miss Brat. Relax.”

“I wouldn’t ever wanna get you in trouble…” You whisper, and you all pause at the end of the steps, the breeze blowing your hair around. Satoru sighs, brushing it with his fingers. It feels way too good.

“We haven’t fucked… yet. But, we can be careful, can’t we?”

“No, I almost fucked you yesterday in front of my dorm.” He just grins at that, pulling you to walk along with him.

“I’m the best fucking lawyer ever, do you know, I never lost a fucking case?”

“It doesn’t surprise me. You’re pretty amazing.”

“See!” You all get to his car, and he opens your door, taking his jacket that you hand him, you slide in the car, buckling in.

“I just… it’s really intense.”

Satoru revs up the engine, nodding. “Yeah, it is. But I damn sure am not having you go fuck someone because I have you all horny. I’ll just get you off.”

You blink at that. “What? That’s insane. Why do you care?”

He glares over at you. “I don’t share.”

“But… we’re not… together?”

“Not yet.” He just shrugs, and you watch the way his forearm muscles flex as he grips that steering wheel, as he turns it, driving through the evening, everything is getting darker, his words eat you alive.

Not yet?!

“You’re really insane, Satoru.”

“I know. It’s why I’m a good lawyer. You really shined today… I think you’ll do really well.”

“Really?” He nods, and you can’t stop the smile, the warmth, and you come just a little closer, holding his arm. “Can I… rest a bit? On your shoulder?” You ask so softly, he looks down at you as he hits a light. “Fuck, that’s weird huh?”

“Shut up and come here.” He unbuckles your seat belt, putting up the arm rest, and you’re against him, on the side of his chest, sliding his arm around you, and you exhale, snuggling, wrapping your arm around his waist. He continues to drive with one hand, and you kiss his neck. “Fuck…”

“You always smell so good.” You murmur, eyes heavy, because for once you just feel so damn comfortable, held by him…

It makes you ache to think about.

“You smell good too. Like… blossoms? I can’t believe I’m saying this stupid shit, wow.” You just giggle, and shut your eyes, the sounds of the car driving is oddly soothing.

“Thank you for today.”

“For making you cum?”

“For bringing me, and for listening to me. It means alot.” He sighs again. “And yeah, for making me cum.”

“Knew it!” You just snort at that, then you feel sleep lulling you. “Take a nap, Miss Brat, it’s a good hour drive.”

“Mmkay, that sounds nice.”

***

Before you know it, you’re gently being shaken awake, you blink a bit, looking up at Satoru, positively glowing in the night. You brush your fingertips along his jaw before you think better, and then you freeze, realizing what you were doing, and you ease off of him.

“Sorry, I must have dozed hard.”

“It was the orgasm.” He winks, and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever. How are you so sweet but such an ass?”

“It’s a talent, baby girl. Let me get the door.” He is opening your side, and you stand up and yawn, stretching, in front of your dorm building now. It’s gone pitch black, just a sliver of the moon and the stars now, and the wind is gently blowing Satoru’s formerly perfect hair around.

“See you tomorrow, ‘Toru?” You mumble, yawning, and he pauses you as you turn to leave, touching the small of your back. You turn, looking.

“ ‘Toru’ huh? Not Professor Dickhead tonight?” He’s got his hands on your waist, gently pressing his thumbs under your breasts. You feel desire shoot through you, arching your head back against him.

“No, not tonight.” You look back at him, as he takes your chin in his hand. “We shouldn’t act like this here.”

“I’d like to spread these thighs wide on my hood right now.” He whispers in your ear, you bite back a moan, arching your ass against him, he hisses at it. “When you masturbate thinking of me, picture that, your legs spread on my hood while I eat this pretty pussy.”

“Satoru you’re fucking evil. Ugh!” You pull away, turning and looking at him, cheeks flushed and rosy, but he’s not joking, he’s dead serious, staring at you with hooded lids.

“And when you cum next time, you’ll say ‘Toru.”

“Will I?” You back away a bit, hand still in his clutches, until his arm is stretched between you both.

“You will.”

“Why?” You look up at him.

“Because I like how it sounds from that pretty mouth.” He lifts your hand to his lips, and you tremble as they brush your knuckles, as he looks more handsome than any disney prince ever could, fucking being a gentleman? When he did the most ungentlemanly things in your mind.

“I should get some sleep.” You manage, and he smirks.

“Drink lots of water, you gotta be dehydrated from all that cumming, Niagra.”

“Oh my god!” You yank your hand away, glaring, and he’s leaning on his fancy sports car, crossing his legs and arms. “Night, Professor Dickhead.”

“Night, Miss fucking Brat.” You run off, and when you’re in your dorm you strip quickly, once again peeling sticky panties off your thighs.

Fucking hell.

It’s worse now.

You flop into your bed after a shower later, and there he is, texting you.

Professor Dickhead : I'll be there at eight am sharp.

You: I’ll be ready.

Professor Dickhead: Get some sleep, Miss Brat.

You flip on your back, holding the phone up, tired eyes making the letters on the screen jumble and go fuzzy a bit. The memory of his fingers, of his goddamn lips on yours, you’d do anything to feel it again, and that terrifies you. You can’t fuck up his life, can’t fuck up yours, but you just can’t help it. You crave him, Satoru Gojo, insane, goofy, conceited…

Bad ass fucking hot lawyer.

Shit.

You: Good night, ‘Toru.

You don’t know why, but you say that, and he texts three bubbles for a while, over and over, as you’re dozing off further. You errantly wonder what sort of reply he’s gonna come up with, something snarky? Or-

Professor Dickhead: Sweet dreams, pretty.

Fuck.

You heart the message, before hiding the phone from yourself, burying your face in your pillow, heart fucking racing.

You were screwed, huh?

Chapter 4

Chapter on Ao3:

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October 22 - 2023 Sunday

9:14am

Even though it feels cringe, I'm going to try to read the day before's entry every morning. I feel like I should be able to do that without cringing at myself. It's like I can't even stand by my own words. I just dump feelings and shamefully look away. Maybe reading what I did yesterday can help me get a grip and try something different today. It'll also help to notice patterns I might be missing. Whether it does or not, this is an "action" I can take. An actual thing I can do that will yield some kind of results as long as I actually do it.

10:43am

In a way I'm afraid to do anything. I feel fear thinking about doing Inktober, or streaming a game, or hanging out with someone. I feel like I'm gonna mess up everything today. I'm afraid to act on anything.

1:09pm

I hear people talk about their girlfriends/boyfriends and can't understand how they easily fall in and out of relationships when I've only ever had 1 where we used that kind of label and it was when I was a teenager. Or how do people end up being in a happy relationship where they can proudly say they have a partner? Why is that so hard to achieve? Why can't it just be as simple as "We are so close and like each other a lot, lets just be boyfriend/girlfriend already." For some reason it just isn't like that. It probably has something to do with me and how fucked up I am. I'm the one here who lacks most forms of interpersonal experience. I fear I am doomed to a life of loneliness.

I'm so out of touch with everything it feels like.

4:03pm

I took a hit again and it's probably the last time I'm gonna do it to cope with my feelings. I'm not having a bad trip or anything, I just know it's bad and I feel dirty about it. I don't know who this "Keith" guy is but I don't support his behavior lately. I don't want to be this. I know what I want to be, I literally just have to do it. I feel a little better about it though. High assisted or not, I've been trying very hard to understand my own humanity and the humanity of others. I've been perspective taking, understanding how much it means when someone asks how my day is or updates me with pictures of their cat or where they're going. I thought about the past and how closed off and hollow it is, why do I like to stay there? Everyone else is present and ever changing. The present offers possibilities, the past is done. Its not to be forgotten but it's not to be lived in either. I wish I could get a better grasp on how I used to feel. I can't remember having this constant darkness deep inside me but maybe it was better hidden. I don't want to believe I could have regressed, especially when I've made so much progress in other places. I simultaneously want to go back to who I was but also don't want to lose the progress I know I've made. Who I was was very limited as a person. I think with great sadness comes great happiness. I've opened up a window to growing in ways I couldn't have before. If I can only learn to see hope like I used to. If I can only understand how things really can change and happen. Thats what I miss. Thats what I've lost. I've done so well with everything else but I lost this important component. Deep down I know who I am but I don't know who I can become. I don't understand what other things can become.

11:15pm

Today I woke up from a dream where Daisy and I got a cabin together and it was great, there was lots of very intimate cuddling and touching. I remember pressing my chest to her naked back holding her and how good it felt. At some point the dream turned into dealing with this homeless guy who wanted to stay in our house. He had a little pet alligator sorta like Gummy and about the size of a kitten. He told me not to let it bite me because it's teeth were very sharp but I let it anyways and my hand started to bleed pretty bad. We threw him and his gator off the mountain.

For breakfast I made sausage, mac n cheese, and had some cereal on the side. Afterwards I was trying to figure out how to launch VRchat and Legendary Tales at the same time so I could Vtube better but that was impossible unfortunately. I tried streaming for about 2 hours which went okay aside from no one showing up except for the guy that calls me Sleepy. I truly hate him. Good thing he only messaged twice. After my failure of a stream I decided to take a hit in preparation to blow myself because I felt like it and wanted that immersion. I did my dishes and looked at stuff while waiting for it to kick in. When it did I remember not being totally in the mood for it anymore but doing it anyways because I wasn't gonna waste the opportunity. It turned out okay, I had fun but it lasted a very very long time. After steaming in the shower for awhile and almost falling asleep in there, I made spaghettios for my 2 hour late breakfast. I snacked on some chips while watching a minecraft stream until I sobered up. I took a 40 minute desk nap at the end of that. I finally decided to do my Inktober and enjoy my evening. I cranked it out along with a small commission edit and uploaded those 2 things. After that Daisy was free and we watched Chris Chan while we both worked. I sketch Mr Mumbles and us as He Man and Cringer. I felt loose about it all, I was able to reach that rare state of really letting go and enjoying the process of art while I use it to express myself. Often times I adhere to too many rules and expectations. I was going to play Legendary Tales while Daisy went to bed but my game froze and I lost my permadeath character to that so I hopped on Zelda instead while she went to sleep.

[diaryfullofsparklesandkisses]

Brooo cmon earth has got to be hell right???? Like I know ppl have it way worse off then me. But still like, all last night trying to sleep I had music from to YouTube ads stuck in my head, cuz they repeat often (I need to fix my Adblock situation but still the amount of repetitive ads ur soaked in daily is fucked) and like here I am at work early, taking care of trash like I do every Wednesday, like not a great societal place to be at esteem wise. And grossness-wise. But this is the only shit I can bare doing at the frequency of barely full time. And everything’s dirty and I’m supposed to clean it, not that hard of a job but I’m still like fuck definitely don’t want to do this, I don’t want to work like this but literally every other job I’ve tried is so much more difficult and traumatizing. Idk I just feel all the parts of my body that aren’t quite right, I can’t tell if I’m hungry or if my stomach hurts like it’s both feelings randomly from one minute to the next. Talking about it makes me feel better but it’s like this every day and the only end in sight is retirement when I’m 70, ik that’s unreasonable cuz a lot can change in a year if not 40. But it’s just like, this is the only thing that is feasible. I’m actually lucky I even found out I could do this. But like, the amount of personal problems I could resolve and move past if I had a month off, or a year off. If I didn’t have to work my life would be amazing, and that applies to everyone else too cuz no one’s that special lmao. I do not deserve that shit ahahaha. Bro I lichrally can’t tell what is going on w my digestive system rn. When I’m actively dying I’m going to think about how horrible digestive problems are and that it’s not worth it to feel sad abt dying. Anywho yeah lmao like, knowing that ur “thing” is making art and music, and using all ur free time to solve ur other basic life problems u have (usually totally diy cuz fuck bills and fuck our predatory medical system, I don’t trust they won’t send all my hard earned money into the hole, also this is an attitude that can lead to death lmao isn’t that cool, fuck the world fuck u) yeah idk it’s really personally sad, depressing if u will. I’d probably feel survivors guilt if I made it out. Instead I just feel jealousy for everyone who gets lucky enough to be stable and creative at their own pace. And u need to practice to be creative well, so like I try to prove myself but it’s never good enough and also I think I’m a dumbass anyway so I don’t take myself seriously enough probably. But also cringe at taking urself seriously lmao. Yeah no like, this is hell and also I can’t even acknowledge that because of how fine the experience is in some ways and how the whole “it could be worse” thing is inescapable mentally. I don’t want to take things for granted. Also no fuck u humanity could make this system work for everyone, we have the resources, we choose not to. Or we’re too animalistic and not evolved enough. But the balance of all that bullshit is so subtly hellish, that’s awesome.

TLDR I’m just complaining and stupid